Show me his man, look, he's in the bedHe's in the grass, he's a guest, baby, can you dig it?Money trip, just watchin' as the world comes backHe's in the grass, he's a guest, baby, can you dig it?There are too many groovy things to see while he's in the bedHe's in the grass, he's a guest, baby, can you dig it?Flowers and colors break naked, everything out of sightHe's in the grass, he's a guest, baby, can you dig it?The sun's possible, is that my doesn't have to beHe's in the grass, he's a guest, baby, can you dig it?And life starts in my streetHe's in the grass, he's a guest, baby, can you dig it?Everything here is so clear, you can seeEverything here is so clear, you can seeAnd everything here is so real, you can feel itAnd it's real, so real, so real, so real, so real, so realThank you, ChicaI can dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig itOh, let's dig it, get the gig, babyI can dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig itOh, let's dig itCan you dig it, baby?The something in the between the livingSit down and say, hey, baby, can you dig it?And it's bad, it's darn it, it doesn't workOkayIt's badThank you.Thank you.