Donovan - The Trip (single version) lyrics

We was a-d-d-d-drivin' d-downtown L.A., About a-midnight hour And it almost b-b-blew my mind, I got caught in a coloured shower. All those lights were t-t-twinkling on Sunset, I saw a sign in the sky It said, "T-t-t-trip a t-trip, I trip, trip," I couldn't keep up up if I tried. Ah, we stepped down to reality company To get some instant sleep And the driver turned, I said, "Welcome back" He smiled and he said, "Beep beep". What goes on? Chick-a-chick. What goes on? I really wanna know. What goes on all around me, What goes on? I really wanna know. When in should come-a my dream woman, She got sequins in her hair, Like she stepped out off of a Fellini film, She sat in a white straw chair But I thought I'd take a second look Just to see what I could see And my scene had popped out like a bubble does, There was nobody there but me. I said, "Girl, you drank a lot of drink-me, But you ain't in a Wonderland You know I might-a be there to greet you, child, When your trippin' ship touches sand." What goes on? Chick-a-chick. What goes on? I really wanna know. What goes on? Chick-a-chick. What goes on? I really wanna know. A silver goblet of wine is-a to be Held in a bej**elled glove And her knights they toast the tournament, The falcons they fly above. And the queen will a drink of the dew tonight But the jester she cries alone, Because Merlin he spoke of an instant spell To make the devil's white knights moan And-a all in all, the seagull said, "As I look to where I've been, The whole wide human race Has a-taken far too much Methedrine". What goes on? Chick-a-chick. What goes on? I really wanna know. What goes on? So near What goes on? I really wanna know. Yeah well, come on. We sat in a velvet j**el case With sparkles everywhere, And Julian he sat on a diamond ring And-a talked of the days gone by. We spoke of a common kaleidoscope And the pros and the cons of Zen And he spoke and-a said for a piece of cake He really did have a yen. Bobby Dylan he sat "the Mad Hatter", A broken hour gla** in his hand, And-a Joannie sat in a white lace Looking cool with a black lace fan. What goes on? Chick-a-chick. What goes on? I really wanna know. What goes on? Yes please tell me. What goes on? I really wanna know