He's got the Eye of Fatima on the wall of his room

Two bottles of tequila, three cats and a broom

He's got an 18-year-old angel and she's all dressed in black

He's got 15 nickles [bindles?] of cocaine tied up in a sack

And this here's a government experiment and we're driving like Hell

To give some cowboys some Acid and to stay in motels

We're going to eat up some wide open spaces

Like it was a cruise on the Nile

Take the hands off the clock, we're going to be here a while

And I am the Eye of Fatima on the wall of the motel room

And cowboys on acid are like Egyptian cartoons

And no one ever conquered Wyoming from the left or from the right

But you can stay in motel rooms and stay up all night



(Part II is instrumental