Can't you just see 

Flies' eye mirrors and bull's eye red

Can't you just taste

Blue brain juice from a tikki head

"there's money in the desert

We'll be lithe and sly 

And make it groove our way

I like the desert"

I heard dear carolyne say



And don't you just dream down easy 

As a "for you baby, first time's free"

And don't it just seem

Like your wheel of fortune rolled over me

There's somethin bout the desert

It don't speak english but we understand

Somethin bout the desert

From the car's front seat

You squeezed my hand



Dear carolyne



You are sour cream in a rubber dress

A wet dream in a newfound mess

You're a day come apart

In the sky's messy open heart

There's black holes in the desert

Where the slickbacks pay in cash 

And trash the place

Black holes in the desert

Looking out from carolyne's face



Dear carolyne



Waited forever

I come back alone

I pull the lever

Like carolyne showed

Pioneer casino in reno nevada

Where a couple of kids like us

Could make our fortunes in an hour



Dear carolyne