And this is all ÔÇô relax
There is no time to relapse
Take it green ÔÇô take it blue
And with the world in his hands
Where there were fields now thereÔÇÖs land
We made it here, made it this time
Because I canÔÇÖt picture a day when we was
Born with nothing to say
I guess I knew that he would freak out
Thinking about old times
Thinking about old times
And with the world in his ass!
