Woorden: B-52s. Private Idaho.

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 through 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
(Your own private Idaho)
Watch out for signs that say, "Hidden driveways"
(Your own private Idaho)

Don't let the chlorine in your eyes
Blind you to the awful surprise
That's waitin' for you at the bottom
Of the bottomless blue blue blue pool

You're livin' 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
(Your own private Idaho)
Keep off the path
(Your own private Idaho)

The lawn may be green but you better not be seen
Walkin' through the gate that leads you down
Down to a pool fraught with danger
Is a pool full of strangers

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-Idaho
I-i-Idaho

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