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, colors, recycling, and everything out of sightHe's in the grass, he's a guest, baby, can you dig it?The sun's dreamin' love between the leavesHe's in the grass, he's a guest, baby, can you dig it?And it's dark in the treeHe's in the grass, he's a guest, baby, can you dig it?Everything here is so clear, you can seeAnd everything here is so realYou can feel itAnd it's realSo real, so real, so realSo real, so realThank you, ChicaWoo!I can dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig itDig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig itOh, let's dig itGet the gig, babyI can dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig itDig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig itOh, let's dig itCan you dig it, baby?The sun is gleamingAnd I'm dreamingAnd I'm dreamingAnd the sun is gleamingAnd I'm dreamingAnd I'm dreamingThank you.Thank you.