They got a ranch they call 
  Number fifty-one 
  They got a ranch they call 
  Number fifty-one 
  Can't see it all 
  'less your flying by 
  Just sitting there square 
  Baking in the sun 
  Beneath the sky 

  They're gonna put it down 
  Right on the strip 
  They're gonna put it down 
  On the Vegas strip 
  They're gonna put it down 
  And step outside 
  Into the lights 
  Right outta that ship 
  Saying HI! 

  I was driving doing nothing on the shores of Great Salt Lake 
  When they put it on the air I put it in the Hammer Lane 
  I soon forgot myself and I forgot about the brake 
  I forgot about all laws and I forgot about the rain 
  They were talking on the 9 and all across the amy band 
  Across the road they were turning around and headed south with me 
  It got so crowded on the road I started driving in the sand 
  My head was feeling scared but my heart was feeling free 
  The desert turned to mud it seems that everybody heard 
  Everybody was remembering to forget they had the chills 
  Then I heard the voices on a broadcast from up on the bird 
  They were getting interviewed by some Goodman whose name was Bill 
  I'm almost there to Vegas where they're puttin' on a show 
  They've come so far I've lived this long at least I must just go and say hello 

		Black Francis
		(p) 1990 4-A-D