Wig in a Box / Wicked Little Town Alan Cumming

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
Feel on the verge of going mad
Then it's time to punch the clock

I put on some make-up
And turn up the tape deck
And pull the wig back on my head
And 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 makeup (oohhh)
Some LaVern Baker
I'm pullin' the wig down from the shelf
And suddenly I'm Miss Beehive 1963
Until I wake up
And turn back...