Money She says can turn a wrong to right But it's butane For nothing but her overdrive Houston, where's her mind? She's gone too far this time In the morning She calls in doctors who can raise her rack In the nighttime She runs around to where the sailors at Houston, where's her mind? She's gone too far this time Baby, you know what? Why don't you Paint your nails and plant your palm trees? She's dangling Her feather boa like a dirty rag And I'd kick her out if I could But then I'd have to ask her back Houston, where's her mind? She's gone too far this time