Creature teachers, rabbit punches in his kissing booth
Mark the friendy shark smells lunch and there’s a human too
There’s a Texas puzzle, hurry bring a date
Don’t be late
Cause it’s…
On a-na-na nineteen sixty-eight
On a-na-na nineteen sixty-eight
On a-na-na nineteen sixty-eight
They made Will take bugging pills, broadcast out his mind
And sagging mister Lovelin dragged, fills the cast you’ll find
There’s a soldier selling tickets at the gate
Ring-a-ding
Cause it’s…
On a-na-na nineteen sixty-eight
On a-na-na nineteen sixty-еight
On a-na-na nineteen sixty-eight
Now that spring is finally herе, and Paul befall before
In this visitation year bring alms and qualms and kumquats, Charlie
Alms and qualms and kumquats, Charlie
Alms and qualms and kumquats, Charlie
Alms and qualms and kumquats, Charlie
Alms and qualms and kumquats, Charlie
On a-na-na nineteen sixty-eight
Now I need you more than ever
On a-na-na nineteen sixty-eight
John Flip Lock, up sitting in a tree
Counting all his money, on his grocery bee
Tres, quatro, cinco…
Bees, we’re ol’ so bees
But we’re birds and bees now John
Why don’t you come out and play and we won’t tell your mom?
Well, I tell you I’d love to love but someone strange or weird
Grow at least a little beard at, and change my sorta cigarette if you know what I mean
But see, you gotta get the see, you gotta know, know what you know to be
Perlmas Almar statues putting anything you want
But you can’t so I shant, just jump down
I’m just fine up here, a fine time guaranteed us here in freedom land
Well, this is your conscience calling John, I’m just a part of you
But look what’s happening around to see what you can do
Get your magic, mystical, transcendental syllable
All you need is love and slightly underrated dollar
Well Johnny, first thing you know
He had us believe in him and we printed up all those posters
And he turns out to be Pope Paul and Drag
John Flip Lock, come tell us what you found
I’m smearing berries on my face and jumping to the ground, yeah!
He’s smearing berries on his face and jumping to the ground
Lady Law never stands so tall as when she stands on someone’s hand
Now this story has sonorous from the tree, we slip out
More adventures on the ground in John Flip Lockup’s flip-out
More adventures on the ground in John Flip Lockup’s flip-out
On a-na-na nineteen sixty-eight
On a-na-na nineteen sixty-eight
On a-na-na nineteen sixty-eight
On a-na-na nineteen sixty-
By the way Lou, what really happened to all the kid’s money from Monterey?
On a-na-na nineteen sixty-eight
On a-na-na nineteen sixty-eight
On a-na-na nineteen sixty-eight
On a-na-na nineteen sixty-eight
On a-na-na nineteen sixty-eight
On a-na-na nineteen sixty-eight
On a-na-na nineteen sixty-eight
On a-na-na nineteen sixty-eight
On a-na-na nineteen sixty-eight
On a-na-na nineteen sixty-eight
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Daughters of Albion Lyrics – 1968 / John Flip Lockup