Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
You're living in your own Private Idaho
Living in your own Private Idaho
Underground like a wild potato
It leads you straight, right throught the gate
You're living in your own Private Idaho
You're living in your own Private Idaho
Keep off the path, beware of the gate
Watch out for signs that say "hidden driveways"
Don't let the chlorine in your eyes
Blind you to the awful surprise
That's been waitin' for you at
The bottom of the bottomless blue, blue, blue pool
You're livin' in your own Private Idaho, Idaho
You're out of control, the rivers that roll
You fell into the water and down to Idaho
Get out of the state you're in
You're living in your own Private Idaho
You're living in your own Private Idaho
Keep off the patio (your own private Idaho)
Keep off the path (your own private Idaho)
The lawn may be green but you better not be seen
Walkin' through a gate that leads you down
Down to a pool fraught with danger
It's a pool full of strangers
Hey, you're living in your own Private Idaho
Where do I go from here to a better state than this?
Don't be blind to the big surprise
Swimming round and round like the deadly hand
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, oh
You're living in your own Private Idaho
Livin' in your own Private
WRITERS
Cinthia Leigh Wilson, Fred Schneider, Catherine Pierson, Julian Strickland, Rickey Wilson