Upset Strip by Mort Garson Lyrics

I met Dorothy on a bus, I tried to show her the way. I had those wonderful pamphlets, personally written by our leader, Robert Squelch. But she didn't understand. She called me a wicked old witch! From Lemon county

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Get the word, get the straight word. General Westmoreland trades in his dog tags, for love beads

I'm a goodie and tasty witch. I told Dorothy Upset Strip wasn't the place where it was at. There was so many sirens and police whistles you couldn't hear the bongos and guitars anymore

She told me to find the Wozard of Iz. Cause if I found out where the wiz was, I'd know where it was at

I told her to stay away from the Yellow-Green Road