Bad Science Fiction
© Greg Keeler 1987

Take Me Back

Take me back to Palo Alto
To the shopping mall.
I'll shop until these tears are dry.
I'll shop until I fall.
I've seen a world that's all in tatters
on the evening news.
Since my life doesn't seem to matter,
I'll buy these Gucci shoes.

Take me back to old Manila
In Philipines
Where I was king and sweet Emelda
Was my lovely queen,
Where all my friends were millionaires.
Each peasant owned a pig.
No issue was in question 'cause
Elections all were rigged.

Take me back to San Clemente,
To the country club.
I'll play some golf and write memoires
To cover up my flubs.
No longer will my life be questioned
When I complete my book.
At last the world will finally see
That I am not a crook.

Take me back to Santa Barbara,
To my little ranch.
I'll ride my horse and chop some wood
And wear my denim pants.
The press can use their telephotos
To view me from afar.
This world has grown too complicated
For a movie star.

Repeat first verse.