Well these days I'm spread so thin I'm getting carried up by the wind Every time you get high You might see me floating by
Well so long old bean It's been a dream being with you I couldn't tell us apart Oh and I know neither could you
Don't tread on me When you float downstream On a moonbeam
So long old bean So long old bean
Here comes the Mapinguari singing awww When's there gonna be an end to wondering When all of our troubles are gonna end 'cause We've had our fill of finding our empty pockets Emptier still and there probably won't be An end to that my friends
Now that my tralala's are dating Little sips of the Hollywood bowl They mute up my mind How kind of them to mellow mellow mellow my soul Well they're the gambling kind As smooth as a tuba' ass on the dole Money never beats soul How noble
Don't forget me When you float downstream On a moonbeam