Grovin and Crusin

Hey, man this is heavy stuff!

Here man, have some more of this
colossus locoweed.

Hey Bertie, lets take a cruise in your
Bonneville…don’t worry
I won’t scratch
the damm teakwood dash.

Hey man, don’t be so inconsiderate,
pass around that weed…
heavy, real heavy man.

Hey Bertie, its’ party-time.
This brazen music really jives,
and sucks at the same time,
but it's groovy too...
you know what I mean?

Hey man, I'm a groovin
to the music
down
Highway 95,
and everything is superfine.

I feel so cosmopolitan Bertie,
drivin along side of you,
my sexual babe,
and full of juice.

The wind in our hair
not even a care
as to where to go
or when we’ll arrive.

It’s superfine on Highway 95.

Hey man, dig this beat,
it escalates from down in my feet,
clear up to my chinny, chin chin.
“Like the Three Little Pigs”,
and the wolf man says…
I’ll blow your house in.
Ha..Ha..Ha!
Hey Bertie, pass that weed.

Man Bertie,
do you remember
that Parapsychology Professor
at White Hall?
Expounding on the crimes of
that psychopath…what’s his name?
Groovy...this weed is burning my fingers!
Yae, something about him
dwelling on the Bay of Pigs.

Man Bertie, that wasn’t so
groovy…that unsuccessful
attempt at our GREAT USA
invading the Cubes,
now was it?

Bummer! Bummer! Bummer!

Hey Bertie,
slow down!
We’re gonna crash!
We're gonna have an accident!

Just like the Grateful Dead
in their song…
we’re goin to be buried
along the side of those
damm Begonias.

Groovy man, pass the weed Bertie...
this has been a real head trip Bertie.