cally’s Blog

This small town ain’t such a bad little place

It’s home but I could sure use some place

City limit signs are closing in on me

There’s times I swear I can hardly breathe

I’m gonna pack my bags, say my good-byes

Get a map and close my eyes

Point my finger, let fate decide

Where I’m gonna land

I’m gonna hitch my wagon to a wandering star

A guy like me can sure get far

With a little gas and a credit card

Now that’s a plan

Yeah that’s a plan

These dirt roads all look the same

I wanna see the world from a faster lane

And I know for a while I’m gonna be big news

But life will get back like it was real soon

I’m gonna pack my bags, say my good-byes

Get a map and close my eyes

Point my finger, let fate decide

Where I’m gonna land

I’m gonna hitch my wagon to a wandering star

A guy like me can sure get far

With a little gas and a credit card

Now that’s a plan

Yeah that’s a plan

Well I’m sure I’ll come back here once again

When I finally settle down but till then

I’m gonna pack my bags, say my good-byes

Get a map and close my eyes

Point my finger, let fate decide

Where I’m gonna land

I’m gonna hitch my wagon to a wandering star

A guy like me can sure get far

With a little gas and a credit card

Now that’s a plan

Yeah that’s a plan

Now that’s a plan

Lyrics Resource: Love Lyrics

Lyrics Resource: Songs Lyrics

words by andrew eldritch music by gary marx

Baby buy an Anaconda baby buy a thing to wear

She go walking she go crawling she go sliding through the air

She go talking warm and fashion she go talking debonair

But see her face turn to a mask and passion turn to she don’t care

CHORUS

She will she will she will she will let it take her breath away

She will she will she will she will let it take her life away

Let it wrap itself around her till it kill her in it’s way

She will she will she will she will blow away

Baby hit the rush hour traffic get a ride to anywhere

Baby buy the number three she pay the man she pay the fare

Baby hit the wild blue yonder on the mainline on the side

Steal to feed the Anaconda will not see the suicide

CHORUS

Baby finger on the trigger baby shoot formaldehyde

Turn into a marble figure turn the matter dead inside

Turn into a China doll go maybe to the final ride

Baby go where I don’t follow baby to the other side

CHORUS

Lyrics Resource: Free Lyrics