The WASP (texas radio and the Big Beat)  
The Doors 
copyright The Doors Music Company ASCAP


I wanna tell you about Texas radio and the big beat.
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with plenty of precision
With a backbeat narrow and hard to master.
Some call it heavenly in its brilliance
Others mean and rueful of the Western dream.
I love the friends that I have gathered together on this thin raft 
We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping.
This is the land where the pharoah died.

The negroes in the forest, brightly feathered
They're saying "Forget the night
Live with us in forests of azure 
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we are stoned, imaculate."

Listen to this, I'll tell you about heartache.
Tell you about the heartache and loss of God.
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless and
meager food for souls forget.
I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with wraught-iron soul.

I tell you this,
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.

I tell you about Texas radio and the big beat.
Soft driven slow and mad like some new language.

Now listen to this, I'll tell you about Texas. 
I'll tell you about Texas radio.
I'll tell you about the hopeless night
wandering in the Western dream.
I'll tell you about a maiden with wraught-iron soul.