The Nova Local - A Visit From It, The King lyrics

A-one, a-two, a-one, two, three Ah, sitting under a shady tree, trying to whistle with the birds And nothin' happenin' in my mind to prevent my writing words The sun is out, the gra** is green, for once things are just as they seem Sitting under a shady tree, trying to whistle with the birds A-my spot is a secret spot You are nowhere near No one else is ever allowed To be even near A-rompin' through the gra**y field tryin' to listen to the weeds A-everything could be groovy if you'd look inside your beads My shirt is fresh and evenin' clean, my bag is ripped along the seam A-rompin' through the gra**y field tryin' to listen to the weeds