I don't have any idea why Mark Lindsay's classic single "Arizona" — it reached number 10 on the Billboard chart in 1970 — has entered my head. Or maybe I do...
Anyway, check out this chorus:
Arizona, take off your rainbow shades
Arizona, have another look at the world, my, my
Arizona, cut off your Indian braids
Arizona, hey won't you go my way?
Mmm, Strip off your pride
You're acting like a teeny-bopper run away child
And scrape off the paint from the face of a little town saint
What the fuck? That's like ordering someone to cut off their long-cultivated Jim Kelly afro or rip out their Dave Lister dreads!