Hedwig and the Angry Inch - Wig in a Box
May. 6th, 2003 09:29 pmOn nights like this
When the world's a bit amiss
And the lights go down across the trailer park
I get down
I feel had
Feel on the verge of going mad
Then it's time to punch the clock
I put on some make-up
Turn on the tape deck
And put the wig back on my head
Suddenly, I'm Miss Midwest Midnight
Checkout Queen
Untill I head home
And I put myself to bed
I look back on where I'm from
Look at the woman I've become
And the strangest things seem
Suddenly routine
I look up from my Vermouth on the rocks
A gift-wrapped wig still in the box
Of towering velvetine
I put on some make-up
Some LaVern Baker
And pull the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly, I'm Miss Behive 1963
Until I wake up and I turn back to myself
Some girls they got natural ease
They wear it any way they please
With their french tip curls
And perfume magazines
Wear it up, let it down
This is the best way that I found
To be the best you've ever seen
I put on some make-up
Turn on the 8-track
I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly, I'm Miss Farrah Fawcett from TV
Until I wake up and I turn back to myself
Shag, bi-level, bob, Dorothy Hamill do
Sausage curls, chicken wings
It's all because of you
With your blow-dried feather back
Toni home wave too
Flip, 'fro, frizz, flop
It's all because of you
It's all because of you
It's all because of you
Ok, everybody
I put on some make-up
Turn on the 8-track
I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly, I'm this punk rock star
Of stage and screen
And I ain't never
I'm never turning back
When the world's a bit amiss
And the lights go down across the trailer park
I get down
I feel had
Feel on the verge of going mad
Then it's time to punch the clock
I put on some make-up
Turn on the tape deck
And put the wig back on my head
Suddenly, I'm Miss Midwest Midnight
Checkout Queen
Untill I head home
And I put myself to bed
I look back on where I'm from
Look at the woman I've become
And the strangest things seem
Suddenly routine
I look up from my Vermouth on the rocks
A gift-wrapped wig still in the box
Of towering velvetine
I put on some make-up
Some LaVern Baker
And pull the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly, I'm Miss Behive 1963
Until I wake up and I turn back to myself
Some girls they got natural ease
They wear it any way they please
With their french tip curls
And perfume magazines
Wear it up, let it down
This is the best way that I found
To be the best you've ever seen
I put on some make-up
Turn on the 8-track
I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly, I'm Miss Farrah Fawcett from TV
Until I wake up and I turn back to myself
Shag, bi-level, bob, Dorothy Hamill do
Sausage curls, chicken wings
It's all because of you
With your blow-dried feather back
Toni home wave too
Flip, 'fro, frizz, flop
It's all because of you
It's all because of you
It's all because of you
Ok, everybody
I put on some make-up
Turn on the 8-track
I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly, I'm this punk rock star
Of stage and screen
And I ain't never
I'm never turning back