Disneyland

Context & Lyrics

Doria, a pageant contestant, dreams of visiting Disneyland in the future.

Hot Sunday night, I guess the folks were busy fighting
Joe’d already left home, eleven years old on my own
feeling nothing but lonely
There’s nothing to do, there’s nothing out there but the traffic
Down on state ninety-three
So I’d sit through the night by our old black and white TV
That’s where I saw it
That’s when I heard it
Calling, Calling me
Disneyland, Magic Kingdom
Disneyland, I close my eyes real tight
Wishing hard I might, wishing hard I may
Find my way to
Disneyland, Gotta get to
Disneyland, on a western breeze
Magic carpet please, carry me away

I know you’re gonna say the trees are paper mache
It’s done with mirrors, the magic there
Each little birds full of springs, you press a button it sings
Recorded music in the air
They’ve had the mountain refaced it’s only plywood and paste
Go on say it! I’ll turn around and tell you I don’t care
I don’t… care

I will live in Disneyland
Make my home in Disneyland
Maybe it’s all fake, That’s a chance I’ll take
It’s perfectly ok
Someone give me
Disneyland
Take me there!
To Disneyland
And when I get to Disneyland
I’ll stay