it don’t matter that we got no money
we got coffee weed and gas that’s plenty
rollin round in a old Continental
got no pictures cause we ain’t sentimental

takin back roads to avoid the man
nothing untoward you understand
she’s a libertine and i’m her man

it’s crazy how / she’s my baby now

met my darlin at a roadside diner
said my car rides like an ocean liner
nerves so rattled I could hardly stand it
her name is Angie but I called her Janet
dammit Janet dammit Janet

spilled my coffee on the center console
made as confident a mess as possble
she was cool, so we went to Roswell
staring at the stars in the desert … mightaswell

me and Janet on another planet
you had to be there to understand it
but i’m glad you weren’t there because that woulda ruined it

it’s crazy how / she’s my baby now

dammit Janet from another planet
she’s kinda scary if i’m being candid
for all I know she’s a fugitive space bandit
somewhere we took off somewhere else we landed
won’t now never take the earth for granted

it’s crazy how / she’s my baby now
starin at the sun / i’m her baby now