Song parody of
New Mexico
by The Western Front
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Don't go to New Mexico
That leaves no time to get familiar
A week or so
That leaves no time for the lake
To balance these hot summer days
Don't go
Don't go to New Mexico
That leaves no time to hit the bricks
Shake the hips, take it to the floor
That leaves no time to improve
To make these dance moves smooth
Don't go to New Mexico
Canopy trees, it's shade
From our heads to our feet
Swallows skim the ground
Picking beetles from the air with their beaks
We take slugs from jugs
Put the cork back tight
We make a path through the prairie grass
Before the light dims
A hum creeps in
A cadence, a cicada rhythm
Bats trade swallows as the shadows
For the new night sky
My tent is small, but the view is great
A slightly mesh-skewed view
Of the entire Southern skyscape
A little breeze, but the rent is cheap
Don't go
Now Fall is here and the leaves pile up
You're writing for the local rag in a river town
You've got teeth for the truth
Can't wait to see what you do
Don't go to New Mexico
Don't go to New Mexico
That leaves no time to get familiar
A week or so
That leaves no time for the lake
To balance these hot summer days
Don't go
Don't go to New Mexico
That leaves no time to hit the bricks
Shake the hips, take it to the floor
That leaves no time to improve
To make these dance moves smooth
Don't go to New Mexico
Canopy trees, it's shade
From our heads to our feet
Swallows skim the ground
Picking beetles from the air with their beaks
We take slugs from jugs
Put the cork back tight
We make a path through the prairie grass
Before the light dims
A hum creeps in
A cadence, a cicada rhythm
Bats trade swallows as the shadows
For the new night sky
My tent is small, but the view is great
A slightly mesh-skewed view
Of the entire Southern skyscape
A little breeze, but the rent is cheap
Don't go
Now Fall is here and the leaves pile up
You're writing for the local rag in a river town
You've got teeth for the truth
Can't wait to see what you do
Don't go to New Mexico
