She must belong to San FranciscoShe must have lost her wayPostin' a poster of Poncho and CiscoOne California dayShe said she believes in Robin Hood and brotherhoodAnd colours of green and greyAnd all you can do is laugh at herDoesn't anybody know how to pray?
Arizona, take off your rainbow shadesArizona, have another look at the worldMy myyyArizona, cut off your Indian braidsArizona, hey won'tcha go my way
Mmmm strip off your pride you're acting like a teeny-bopper run away childAnd scrape off the paint from the face of a little town saintArizona, take off your hobo shoesArizona, hey won'tcha go my way
Follow me up to San FranciscoI will be guide your wayI'll be the Count of Monte CristoYou'll be the Countess MayAnd you can believe in Robin Hood and brotherhood and rolling the ball in the hayAnd I will be reading you an Aesop's fableAnything to make you stay-ay-ay
Arizona, take off your rainbow shadesArizona, have another look at the world, my myArizona, cut off your Indian braidsArizona, hey won'tcha go my way
Hey, Arizona, take off your hobo shoesArizona, have another look at the world, my myArizona, get off your 8-ball bluesArizona, hey won'tcha go my way
Come on, hey, Arizona, take off your rainbow shades