That Song About Trees And Kites

I don't have any money

But I know that I'm not broke

'Cause when me and my friends do too much acid

We laugh so loud we think we'll probably choke

And my blue-box is full of empty bottles

And my fridge is empty most days

But I am lying back and reading Joyce Cary

And Dig Circus is playing on Saturday

Well I might be

One horny bastard

And that's why I always smile

But this feeling isn't everlasting

So come on and lay down beside me for a while

And we can dance and write a letter

And kiss your eyes, and touch my hand

And tie the world up in one tight piece of leather

And grab it by the balls and make it understand

Trees are green, and the grass is yellow, ride a bike, and fly a kite

Well, alright

Trees are green, and the grass is yellow, fly a bike and ride a kit

Well, alright

Well, I don't mean to be a preacher

And give a sermon from the church of Sneaky Dee's

But one more jug of beer and that point that I was reaching

Will hit me like a vision and make me fall on my knees

And I don't care about the cost of living

I'm unaware of these depressing days

And maybe my t.v. is full of M.C. Hammer

But Dig Circus is playing on Saturday