Take me back to Random Canyon   Where the gryphon's always riffin'   And the unicorn is horny in the spring   Where the crystal coyote calls    Over sleepy garden walls   And the wireless wombat wanders on the wings   And the wireless wombat wanders on the wings      Near the mislocated mesa   With my counterfeit contessa   Who is secretary for the local Grange   And the psychedelic sage   Puts the cattle in a rage   And the changing range is getting pretty strange   And the changing range is getting pretty strange      There I'll spend each golden year   Watching all the cattle veer   No sight I've ever seen provokes more charm   Though the dragons fly by night   They very seldom bite   But if you mess with one he'll do you harm   But if you mess with one he'll do you harm      I believe I'll never leave   And I know I'll never grieve   When I go back to the canyon that I love   Other canyons aren't as deep   Their walls inclined to seep   You can take your other canyons and go shove   You can take your other canyons and go shove      I'm a Random Canyon fan   I'll mess with any man   Who denies that Random Canyon is the best   You will find no canyon greater   Either side of the equator   Random Canyon is the glory of the West   Random Canyon is the glory of the West