You're everywhere and no where, baby,

thats where you're at,

Going down a bumpy hillside,

In your hippy hat.

Flying out across the country

And getting fat (?!)

Saying everything is groovy

When your tyres are flat



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And its hi - ho silver lining

and away you go now baby,

I see your sun is shining

But I wont make a fuss

Though its obvious.



Flies are in your pea soup baby,

They're waving at me

Anything you want is yours now

Only nothing is for free.

Lies are gonna get you some day

Just wait and see.

So open up your beach umbrella

While you are watching TV



Chorus



Instrumental.



Chorus to fade