Wig In A Box Lyrics - Singles - Hedwig And The Angry Inch

On nights like this 

When the world's a bit amiss 

And the lights go down across the trailer park 

I get down, I feel had 

I feel on the verge of going mad 

And then it's time to punch the clock 

I put on some make-up 

And turn on the tape deck 

And pull the wig back on my head 

Suddenly I'm Miss Midwest Midnight checkout queen 

Until I head home 

And I put myself to bed 

I look back on where I'm from 

Look at the woman I've become 

And the strangest things seem suddenly routine 

I look up from my Vermouth on the rocks 

The gift wrapped wig still in the box 

Of towering velveteen 

I put on some make-up 

Some Lavern Baker 

I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf 

Suddenly I'm Miss Beehive 1963 

Until I wake up 

And I turn back to myself 

Some girls they have natural ease 

They wear it any way they please 

With their French flip curls and perfumed magazines 

Wear it up, let it down 

This is the best way that I've found 

To be the best you've ever seen 

I put on some make-up 

Turn on the eight-tack 

I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf 

Suddenly I'm Miss Farrah Fawcett from TV 

Until I wake up 

And I turn back to myself 

Shag, bi-level, Bob, Dorothy Hamill do 

Sausage curl, chicken wings, it's all because of you 

With your blow dried, feather backed Toni home wave, too 

Flip, for, frizz, flop, it's all because of you 

It's all because of you, it's all because of you 

Okay 

Everybody 

I put on some make-up 

Turn up the eight track 

I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf 

Suddenly I'm this punk rock star of stage and screen 

And I ain't never 

I'm never turning back