Jodi Benson — Disneyland

[Doria] Hot Sunday night I guess the folks were busy fighting Joe'd already left home Eleven years old on my own Feeling nothing but lonely There's nothing to do There's nothing out there but the traffic Down on state ninety-three So I'd sit through the night by our old black and white TV That's where I saw it That's when I heard it Calling, Calling me Disneyland, Magic Kingdom Disneyland, I close my eyes real tight Wishing hard I might Wishing hard I may Find my way to Disneyland, Gotta get to Disneyland, on a western breeze Magic carpet pleasе, carry me away I know you're gonna say the trees arе paper mache It's done with mirrors The magic there Each little birds full of springs You press a button it sings Recorded music in the air They've had the mountain refaced it's only plywood and paste Go on say it! I'll turn around and tell you I don't care I don't... care I will live in Disneyland Make my home in Disneyland Maybe it's all fake That's a chance I'll take It's perfectly ok Someone give me Disneyland Take me there! To Disneyland And when I get to Disneyland I'll stay