Wash your face in the morning sunFlash your pen at the song that I'm singingTouchdown bass living on the runMake no sweat at the hole that you're diggingWrap up cold when it's warm outsideYour shit jokes remind me of Digsy'sBe my magic carpet rideFly me down to capital city in the sun
Kicking up a storm from the day that I was bornSing a song for me one from 'Let It Be'Open up your eyes get a grip on yourself inside