I was sittin' there
My drink in hand
Shaking out - from my ears - the desert sand
When she approached
A sun-drenched beaut
In just an army helmet - and matching combat boots
She asked me if I'd ever worked with body art
I said I'm Leonardo - and how soon do I start?

She said Paint me at Burning Man
Make me look like a hippie van
A zillion stars from my head to toes
That's all I'm gonna wear for clothes
When you're done could you grab these strings
Help me tie on my - fairy wings
I'm so tired of this farmer taaaan
So you could paint me at Burning Man?

I did my job
Oh it was tough
But out here on the playa life gets pretty rough
She twirled away
Still fairly damp
And swore she'd win the fashion show at Center Camp
I thought, well, that's where this story ends
Till my artwork reappeared with all her friends

They said Paint me at Burning Man
Like if Warhol did Spiderman
My arms and legs need some turquoise hearts
Pink spirals on them other parts
Dig my mud-covered masquerade
Wash me down for the - bike parade
Yeah, my canvas is pretty graaaand
So honey, paint me at Burning Man

[Throbbing beat. Volume and tempo increase 20x.]

Paint me at Burning Man
Like a bad trip at Disneyland
Then take me dancing at 3 AM
One-hundred-twenty BPM
Gonna light up fluorescently
Don't you feel something? Yes-sir-E!
Haven't slept since the week begaaaan
So baby, paint me at Burning Man

[Winding down for sunrise. Or not.]

Dude, paint me at Burning Maaaan.