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 (Chorus) And its hi — ho silver linging 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.