In her motorcar she waves goodbye
Driving for the gold pacific shore
Dorothy’s not in Kansas anymore
With little Figeroe right beside her
Who goes wherever his partner goes
Dorothy’s not in Kansas anymore
It’s really such a doggone shame that nasty twister came
To tear down every shred of homestead history
The last one in her family line she rolls away
And leaves the seeds of hard times far behind
Somewhere in the rubble she found a ruby slipper
Now she tosses it for Figeroe to fetch for exercise
You guessed it...Dorothy’s not in Kansas anymore
Oh- Eee- Oh all the way they go
O’er the rugged Rocky Mountain range
Oh- Eee- Oh all the way they go
If that’s not weird yet this story gets more strange
The Silver state sits straight ahead
Where highway 50’s the loneliest road
Through the desert west to Tonapah
Before she’ll reach the motherlode
Oh- Eee- Oh all the way they go
O’er the mighty Sierra Nevada range
Oh- Eee- Oh all the way they go
Figeroe, Figeroe, Figeroe please don’t catch the mange
He scratches in the front seat
Flat deplores the ride in back a lot
Dorothy’s not in Kansas anymore
They stop to swim in Tahoe Lake
When they step out they start to shake
Dorothy’s not in Kansas anymore
If you must rely on sound advice
Listen to your hound and don’t think twice
...here’s what Figeroe spoke to her that day...
There may be munchkins in the cafe
But no tinmen stalk these woods
Scarecrows watch some backyards
In random neighborhoods
As for witches they’ve just flown the coop
Swept away by brooms they say
At least that’s the latest scoop in USA Today
There are no smoke or mirrors here
On this grade use a lower gear!
Said her handsome brilliant pooch named Mister Figeroe
Who coaches her on the things she ought to know
Old midwest roots used to tie you down
Until one rogue wind changed her score
So...Dorothy’s not in Kansas anymore
Findly on to San Francisco bay
Discovering what’s new for she and Figeroe too
Dorothy’s not in Kansas anymore
Dorothy’s not in Kansas anymore