In my television I hear symphony Listen to the radio and die So I am going to the desert Yes, I am goint to the desert in july In my television I hear symphony Listen to the radio and die So I am going to the desert Yes I'm going to the desert once again She's working in a company Computers with a boss named Mike She never really liked the job Her life like is like a photograph She's afraid the he would laugh Look how the wind blows, there's a sign Look how the wind blows, she would try Look how the wind blows, she would cry Meet my uncle Jack, He has been here once or twice Guaranteed he will give you a good advice, yeah Out tonight he's in a dessert Son of a gun of a desert A Tehnicolor desert with my wife