Lyrics
Driving through west Texas, there isn't a whole lot to see
I got visions of oil wells, desert, and UFOs gettin' me
State Line, then Hobbs, New Mexico, a metropolis in the sand
Northwest and on to Roswell, I wanna find me a spaceman
Get me the hell out of Dodge!
I don't wanna get abducted!
I sure hope I don't run out of gas in this God forsaken hell hole
I'd have to live on snakes and peyote and coyotes when all is finally told
I'd have to avoid drunken roughnecks and Injun arrows and alien anal probes
I promise to be born again God, if you can just get me home
Get me the hell out of Dodge!
I don't wanna get abducted!
Running on gas fumes, but it seems I made it here
There's a bunch of souvenir shops and a bad museum, but little else there
Thank God there's a gas station and a place to pee and tune my gears
Cuz I'm heading straight back to Texas to drink me a lot of beer
Get me the hell out of Dodge!
I don't wanna get abducted!
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