with [Nancy Sinatra], and (chorus)



[Getting stoned on sunshine, getting high on air,]

Getting to it naturally, really getting there,

[Getting such a high on, loving what I do,]

I'm so full of happiness, my hope's on something new,



[Each day on earth is a day that's worth remembering] (remembering, remembering).



(ding-a-ling)

[My pot is filled with flowers, my grass is bright and green,]

My tears brewing in my cup, and still I make the scene.

[But just don't try to change me, I love the world I found,]

I've got to fly my own sweet way, and don't you shoot me down. [hahaha]