Which one of you has got to be so sad for

What'd ya look ashamed about?

Always on downer that just sounds like you

And you're waiting for some things to jump out of that tree

And I knew hundreds, I'll be scott free

I'm so green, I've got to be seen to believed

I had to ask Mr. Fix-It

Everybody on this stagecoach likes robbin' and bashin'

Big blacks and blonds smokin' miles and miles of hash

That's sweet, the bigger the tree the better the time

We'll have to wait and see now

That how you're looking for someone who's still

A lot more funkier, a lot more uhh

That's the way it seems, wonder where you are

Used to peek in that room and the roof drops in

And said 'ello goodbye and a few months later you're mine

At this rate even sooner, still a lot more funkier

Still a lot more you