Be Here Now

Wash your face in the morning sun
Flash your pan at the song that I'm singing
Touch down bass living on the run
I 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 capitol city in the sun

(Chorus): Kickin' up a storm, from the day that I was born,
Sing a song for me, from let it be,

Open up yer eyes, get a grip on yourself inside

You betcha!

(Chorus)