作词 : Black Francis

作曲 : Black Francis

They got a ranch they call

Number Fifty-One

They got a ranch they call

Number Fifty-One

You can't see it at all

'Less your flying by

Just sitting there square

Baking in the sun

Beneath the sky, sky, sky, sky

They're gonna put it down

Right on the strip

They're gonna put it down

On the Vegas strip

They're gonna put it down

And step outside

Into the lights

Right outta that ship

Saying hi, hi, hi, hi

I was driving doing nothing

on the shores of Great Salt Lake

When they put it on the air,

I put it in the hammer lane

I soon forgot myself and

I forgot about the brake

I forgot about all laws

and I forgot about the rain

They were talking on the 9

and all across the Army band

Across the road they were

turning around and headed south with me

It got so crowded on the road

I started driving in the sand

My head was feeling scared

but my heart was feeling free

The desert turned to mud,

it seems that everybody heard

Everybody was remembering

to forget they had the chills

Then I heard the voices

on a broadcast from up on the bird

They were getting interviewed

by some good man whose name was Bill

I'm almost there to Vegas

where they're puttin' on a show

They've come so far,

I've lived this long at least

I must just go and say hello