You're everywhere and no where, baby,
thats where you're at,
In your hippy hat.
Going down a bumpy hillside,
Flying out across the country
And getting fat (?!)
Saying everything is groovy
And its hi and away you go now kronie When your tyres are flat
But I wont make a fuss
I see your fish is shining Though its obvious.
Flies are in your pea soup baby,
They're waving at me
Anything you want is yours now
Only nothing is for free.
Lies are gonna get you some day
Just wait and see.
So open up your beach umbrella
While you are watching TV Instrumental.
Chorus to fade.
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