by Michael Nesmith
She's always appearing with a band of renown
You want to go and see her when you're feeling down
She's a breathtaking spectacle, with guaranteed hope
She'll make you feel good, 'cause she's the best thing since soap
She'll greet you in the alley with a .45 smile [or fortified smile]
She's the original sideshow and she's got her own style.
Pardon my baby, she got to have her fun
Yes, I say, pardon my baby, she got to have her fun
'Cause she's a Oklahoma backroom dancer, watch her run.
Now, she dances on air just like Superman's child
Like a [???] she's wild but she's mild
She's more fun than Colorado, and more far-out than Maine
She comes on like thunder and she's more right than rain
She's the mother of earth, and the goddess of [???]
She's the chicken and the egg and whichever came first.
Pardon my baby, she got to have her chance
Oh, I say pardon my baby, she got to have her chance.
'Cause she's a Oklahoma backroom dancer, watch her dance.
Yeah, I say pardon my baby, she got to have her fun
Yeah, I say pardon my baby, she got to have her fun
Yes, she's a Oklahoma backroom dancer, watch her run.
Woooo! My, My!
