MONTANA IN TIME
© Greg Keeler 1989

Winne Winne Bago

Get your motor running,
Head out on the highway,
Looking for adventure
Or whatever might come our way.
Like true nature's children,
We were born to be pilgrims,
Roaming wild across the mountains
And the valleys and the plains all day.

We'll get a radar dish
To fulfill our every wish.
We'll pick up TV stations
Everywhere across the nation we go.
It'll just be our place.
We'll snuggle by our fake fire place,
Safe and snug and warm,
No matter how the winds and storms may blow

We'll have a small refrigerator.
We'll take turns being waiter.
In our little mobile cafe,
We'll be sipping cafe latte with the dawn.
>From our little gas range
That runs on tanks of propane.
Just like a prince and princess,
We will polish off our blintzes 'fore we're gone.

And we'll have a little bathroom.
On the door we'll paint a half moon.
No more waits for filling stations
In those desperate situations any more.
Our back yard will be Montana.
We'll wear hats and red bandanas.
And if we're up for scenery scopin',
All we'll have to do is open up the door.

By a babbling brook's crescendo,
We'll fish out of our window,
And go to sleep while yawning
To the sound of water on the rocks and sand.
Then we'll get up with the sunrise
While the brook trout one by one rise,
And even if it's drizzlin'
Pretty soon we'll hear them sizzlin' in the pan.

Our expenses will be teeny.
We'll snack on beeny weenies.
In the evening we'll play gin
And pop some popcorn then
Before the night is through.
Or maybe when it's later,
We'll fire up the generator,
And make woopie by the glow
of the Late Night Show just me and you

Get your motor running.
Head out on the highway,
Looking for adventure
Or whatever might come our way.
Like true nature's children,
We were born to be pilgrims,
Roaming wild across the mountains
And the valleys and the plains all day.