Along the trail you'll find me lopin' Where the spaces are wide open In the land of the old A.E.C. Yee-hoo! Where the scenery's attractive And the air is radioactive Oh, the Wild West is where I wanna be 'Mid the sagebrush and the cactus I'll watch the fellows practice Droppin' bombs through the clean desert breeze A-ha! I'll have on my sombrero And of course I'll wear a pair o' Levis over my lead B.V.D.'s I will leave the city's rush Leave the fancy and the plush Leave the snow and leave the slush And the crowds I will seek the desert's hush Where the scenery is lush How I long to see the mush-room clouds 'Mid the yuccas and the thistles I'll watch the guided missiles While the old F.B.I. watches me Yee-hoo! Yes, I'll soon make my appearance (Soon as I can get my clearance) 'Cause the Wild West is where I wanna be