My Dwarf Is Getting Tired - Ry Cooder

A mobile home in Anaheim

It’s double-wide it’s new, it’s clean

It’s a friendly town I think it’s time

It’s what we need

We had a long run together a life you can’t compare

But the world is changing and it’s getting strange out there

Forty years of motel rooms cigarettes and magazines

From Spokane clear down to Bakersfield

You might have seen us on the highway so many times before

But my dwarf is getting tired and my fat man just won’t travel anymore

Skinny-looking farmers brought their families down Looking for a fat time

Had to work all day just to make them spend one thin dime

Like hot dog contests man you could eat 'em

Might raise a buck or two

Boxing matches you couldn’t beat 'em

That midget kangaroo was a little too fast for you

We came down here to say good by to an old-time friend of mine

He died Inside his rubber suit out on the street of dreams

Lt was a hot July Sunday and he was working over time

Cause the people like seeing Mickey walk by down in Anaheim

Dwarves and fat men just might do the very best they can

But they can’t compare with Tomorrow Land it seems

We had some real Western times together but it can’t be like before

Cause my dwarf is getting tired and my fat man just won’t travel anymore

No we won’t be seen from Bakersfield clear up to Spokane anymore