When I was a child my family would drive
Across the great prairies to Idaho
And we'd leave Minnesota before the sun rose
Packed up in our old station wagon
We would head for Mount Rushmore in the Black Hills
Past the signs for the reptile gardens
But we never did stop at the Palace of Corn
O the Palace of Corn----
O the fabulous beautiful splendid and fantastic
Out of a Grimm Brothers fairy tale Palace of Corn
A palace of corn with high yellow walls
And towers of purest gold
But my Dad said It's late and we don't have the time
And he wanted to get to Montana.
And fifty years later my dream has come true
And here I am finally in Mitchell
And now I have come to the Palace of Corn
O the Palace of Corn----
O the fabulous beautiful splendid and fantastic
Out of a Grimm Brothers fairy tale Palace of Corn