"Private Idaho" by B-52s

Hoo hoo hoo....

Hey

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 throught 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, beware the gate
Watch out for signs
That say hidden driveways
Don't let the chlorine in your eyes
Blind you to the awful surprise
That's waiting for you at
the bottom of the bottomless
Blue, blue, blue pool

You're living 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 that state
Get out of that 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
keep off the path
The lawn may be green
But you better not be seen
Walking 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

I-I-I-daho, I-I-I-daho
Woah, oh oh......
Ah, ah, ah....

Get out of that state
Get out of that state
You're living in your own private Idaho
Living in your own private Idaho