Can't you just see    Flies' eye mirrors and bull's eye red   Can't you just taste   Blue brain juice from a tikki head   "there's money in the desert   We'll be lithe and sly    And make it groove our way   I like the desert"   I heard dear carolyne say      And don't you just dream down easy    As a "for you baby, first time's free"   And don't it just seem   Like your wheel of fortune rolled over me   There's somethin bout the desert   It don't speak english but we understand   Somethin bout the desert   From the car's front seat   You squeezed my hand      Dear carolyne      You are sour cream in a rubber dress   A wet dream in a newfound mess   You're a day come apart   In the sky's messy open heart   There's black holes in the desert   Where the slickbacks pay in cash    And trash the place   Black holes in the desert   Looking out from carolyne's face      Dear carolyne      Waited forever   I come back alone   I pull the lever   Like carolyne showed   Pioneer casino in reno nevada   Where a couple of kids like us   Could make our fortunes in an hour      Dear carolyne