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
