Singin' for my supper, so we're eating Mr. Noodles
Watchin' other cats walk along the window sill.
With our mattress on the floor and our records in the cartons,
Dreamin' of the country, running from the bills.
If reading books was money, spinning records was investing
If drinking was consulting, baby we'd be rich
Goin' on a picnic, rollin' in the grass now
I'm gettin higher, I'm getting higher,
I'm getting higher and higher and higher
Movin' to the country, plantin' us a garden,