Welcome back to Music Mondays, where I share a song I like at the start of the week.
The B-52’s are so fucking weird, and I love it.
The B-52’s Official Website
You’re living in your own private Idaho
Living in your own private Idaho
Underground like a wild potato
Don’t go on the patio
Beware of the pool
Blue bottomless pool
It leads you straight
Right through the gate
That opens on the pool
You’re living in your own private Idaho
You’re living in your own private Idaho
Keep off the path
(Your own private Idaho)
Beware of the gate
(Your own private Idaho)
Watch out for signs that say “hidden driveways”
(whoa, whoa, whoa-oh)
Don’t let the chlorine in your eyes
Blind you to the awful surprise
That’s waitin’ for you at
The bottom of the bottomless
Blue, blue
Blue pool
You’re livin’ in your own private Idaho, Idaho
You’re out of control
The rivers that roll
You fell into the water and down to Idaho
Get out of the state
Get out of the state you’re in
You better beware
You’re living in your own private Idaho
You’re living in your own private Idaho
Keep off the patio
(Your own private Idaho)
Keep off the path
(Your own private Idaho)
The lawn may be green
(whoa, whoa, whoa-oh)
But you better not be seen
Walkin’ through the gate that leads you down
Down to a pool fraught with danger
Is a pool full of strangers
Hey!
You’re living in your own private Idaho
Where do I go from here
To a better state than this?
Well!
Don’t be blind to the big surprise
Swimming round and round like the deadly hand
Of a radium clock
At the bottom
Of the pool
Aye-ai-ai-da-ho
Aye-ai-ai-da-ho
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Get out of the state
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Get out of the state
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
You’re living in your own private Idaho
Livin’ in your own private
Idaho