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Going out the bay on a sunny day,
To the islands for tonight;
Body is as loose as a worn out tooth,
But my mind is so uptight.
And a cup of tea for my blood stream,
A song to still my soul;
Wouldn't trade it in for a limousine,
A mountain made of gold.
Well I just got back from the city,
Where there's bodies cramped in space;
Right or wrong, like it or not,
You feel you're in a race.
Where there's hands out for your money,
And you're always short on time;
Just when you think you're out in front,
You're looking up someone's behind.
Going out the bay on a sunny day,
To the islands for tonight;
Body is as loose as a worn out tooth,
But my mind is so uptight.
And a cup of tea for my blood stream,
A song to still my soul;
Wouldn't trade it in for a limousine,
A mountain made of gold.
With the wind all gone and the sinking sun,
Silence in the cove;
And the smoke from the camp fire rising,
With a pot just simmering slow.
Well your troubles start to vanish,
And your worries fade like fog;
'Cause your heart is where it wants to be,
With your bum on an old drift log.
Going out the bay on a sunny day,
To the islands for tonight;
Body is as loose as a worn out tooth,
But my mind is so uptight.
And a cup of tea for my blood stream,
A song to still my soul;
Wouldn't trade it in for a limousine,
Or a mountain made of gold.
Wouldn't trade it in for a limousine,
A mountain made of gold.
