Beat it A bundle of flowers On the window you're looking through Bless your story Beat it Climb up the oak tree Close your eyes Grab the stick and follow If you never dream You'll never fly Then you get old And you can't see the oak tree anymore But a traffic light so alone Beat it Morph into the oak tree Hail the brotherly love and religious toleration Leave it Fly upon repression Of this whole sad planet earth Grab the stick and follow