Life’s A Trippy Thing

With [Nancy Sinatra], and (chorus)
[Getting stoned on sunshine, getting high on air,]
Getting to it naturally, really getting there
[Getting such a high on, loving what I do,]
I'm so full of happiness, my hope's on something new

[Each day on earth is a day that's worth remembering] (remembering, remembering)

(ding-a-ling)
[My pot is filled with flowers, my grass is bright and green,]
My tears brewing in my cup, and still I make the scene
[But just don't try to change me, I love the world I found,]
I've got to fly my own sweet way, and don't you shoot me down. [hahaha]

(remembering, remembering)

(a ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling)
Don't pity me, I'm glad to be a ding-a-ling, [a ding-a-ling], (ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling)
( ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling)
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, (ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling)
Ha ha ha, that's silly.(ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling)