She must belong to San Francisco   She must have lost her way   Postin’ a poster of Poncho and Cisco   One California day   She said she believes in Robin Hood and brotherhood   And colours of green and grey   And all you can do is laugh at her   Doesn't anybody know how to pray?      Arizona, take off your rainbow shades   Arizona, have another look at the world   My myyy   Arizona, cut off your Indian braids   Arizona, hey won'tcha go my way      Mmmm strip off your pride you’re acting like a teeny-bopper run away child   And scrape off the paint from the face of a little town saint   Arizona, take off your hobo shoes   Arizona, hey won'tcha go my way      Follow me up to San Francisco   I will be guide your way   I'll be the Count of Monte Cristo   You'll be the Countess May   And you can believe in Robin Hood and brotherhood and rolling the ball in the hay   And I will be reading you an Aesop's fable   Anything to make you stay-ay-ay      Arizona, take off your rainbow shades   Arizona, have another look at the world, my my   Arizona, cut off your Indian braids   Arizona, hey won'tcha go my way      Hey, Arizona, take off your hobo shoes   Arizona, have another look at the world, my my   Arizona, get off your 8-ball blues   Arizona, hey won'tcha go my way      Come on, hey, Arizona, take off your rainbow shades