Cactus, practice
Everyday awake at 5:03
Greeting the hot sun of a gun
Condo in a succulent city
Wearing nobody's pants
Just a sharp suit busy with the ants
Uh-hun
Lying awake in a dreaming state
Riding on a holiday ride
Getting sidetracked, turn on my back
Heavy with the gravity glide
And I'm nobody's boy
Just your wet clothes hanging on the line
Red tail, look at her sail
Going for the money on the moon
She goes high up, her beak is stuck
La-da-da-da listen to her tune
Now she's nobody's bird
Just a red grape hanging on the vine
The white snow, look at her flow
Riding on the wind to meet thе roof
It's a long way from heaven to hay
Falling on the hill to makе a poof
And on everybody's mind
Is wrapped a blanket of another kind
Time
Time, time, where's the time?
Have another glass of purple tea
If it's okay, I'd like to stay
Even though you recently met me
Hell, I'm not even here
I'm just a bubble floating in your beer
(Whistling the melody over the chord pattern)