This is for all of you!
Ah, nothing but good song.
As long as it makes me laugh, it's okay.
What do you think, man?
Oh yeah.
Oh yeah.
That light glow bright,
we feel fine,
moving around all of the time
Feeling this flow, chiming into this wine,
getting on down with the funkiest tribe
I used to get high like a space cadet,
but that stuff would always seem to make me forget
But now we're gone long,
we're chilled,
we changed our ways,
ain't nothing to have but log on
Cosmic Surf and that,
she's a f***ing mother f***er
Gonna try and make it on those, those things
*** *** *** ***
Oh, well,
don't matter,
we just keep going on,
right,
anyway,
you know
Do you see me riding my blue little orange carpet?
Caught up in the skies with a thousand rhymes to sing
Now they must be sung just trying to make a good day better,
said it before,
whatever you weather,
creed,
colour
Shower down a rain full of good times,
soulful tunes that hopefully drip and dry inside your sky mind
Do you have a sky mind?
Or a place to go?
Or is there a special place that you would like to be,
girl?
Let's get going for I am now free,
like all mankind should be
Let's drip it,
drop it,
and sky mind ourselves into here,
and turn the tables
And get with me!
Or not, I don't know, but would you like to?
Try to go to that part
I said,
you,
get yourself some of this good stuff
And come and turn those tables round,
and chill the f*** out with me
Is
there another trumpet solo somewhere?
I hope so
I can't get that round, but let's get down, baby
It's just
that kind of stuff, you know
And that's about it, baby
So, should we play?