Laying on the floor
Now I see the door
Through that door
Clouds fly by
They fly by
Straight on by
Fluffy white ones and gray ones too
I see the sun reflected off them
To be a cloud
Must be proud
To see the sky and ground below
Take life so slow
Watch the spirit grow
And watch out for the hoes
They’ll chop the spirit down, yes they will
There is a man standing on my guitar
He is about 3 inches tall
And he has a red face, purple boots, and yellow a belt
Should I say he’s got a yellow pirate hat
And green velour sweater too.
Blue trousers that match
My bass guitar…
Mic stands and rusty strings
