The History of Utah – Camper Van Beethoven – letras

He was the river boat gamblerHe was the son of the chief of policeHe drove around in a RamblerHe had a message from the chiefHe drove around in a RamblerHe had a message from the chiefHe was the river boat gamblerHe was the son of the chief of policeHe was the river boat gamblerHe was the son of the chief of policeAnd old JoeDid and said as he wouldTook all the shopping carts from the mallAnd took them to UtahWhich was ZionHe built an empire out of the desertOut of the dust and the sand, just like Las VegasBut he never took the rap that the Mafia didAnd he thought the Indians were some lost thirteen dudesBut he didn’t treat them any betterAnd they were never on his sideThey drove their pick-up trucks out into the desertInto a ditch along the side of the roadAnd acted like they were drunkAll the timeAnd old Joe had thirteen beady-eyed babiesOne of whom I used to go to school withHe’d drive his car at a hundred ten down the alley wayThrowing cinder blocks at trash cansAnd I declare on this occasionI’ve never seen this heaven or this place any differentlyBut now and then I dream of the flying saucers and they’re coming to take us