Wash your face in the morning sun Flash your pan at the song that I'm singing
Touch down bass living on the run Make no sweat at 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 capital city in the sun
* Kicking up a storm From the day that I was born
Sing a song for me One from Let It Be
Open up your eyes Get a grip on yourself inside
So wash your face in the morning sun Flash your pan at the song that I'm singing
Touch down bass living on the run Make no sweat at the hole that you're digging
Inside, get a grip inside Get a grip inside, You betcha
So wrap up cold when it's warm outside Please sit down, you make me feel giddy
Be my magic carpet ride Fly me down to capital city
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, Yeah, yeah, yeah