Wash your face in the morning sun
Flash your pen at the song that I'm singing
Touch down bass living on the run
Make no sweat of the hole that you're digging
Wrap up cold when it's warm outside
Your shit jokes remind me of Digsy's
Be my magic carpet ride
Fly me down to capitol city in the sun
Kickin' up a storm from the day that I was born
Sing a song for me from let it be
Open up yer eyes, get a grip of yerself inside