Summertime Rolls (Live, 1990)

Fell into
A sea of grass
And disappeared among
The shady blades,
Children all
Ran over me
Screaming tag!
You are the one!
He trips her as
Her sandals fail
She says stop!
I'm a girl,
Whose fingernails are made
Of mother's pearl,
Yellow buttercup
Helicopters
Orange buttercat
Chasing after
The crazy bee
Mad about somebody
Me and my girlfriend
Don't wear no shoes
Her nose is painted pepper
Sunlight,
She loves me
I mean it's serious
As serious can be
She sings a song and
I listen to what it says:
If you want a friend
Feed any animal,
There was so much space
I cut me a piece
With some fine wine
It brought peace to my mind
In the summertime,
And it rolled
Summer, oh,
Oh, the summertime rolls