Olive Oil

Which one of you, has got to be so sad for what'd ya look ashamed about? Always on downer, that just sounds like you And you're waiting for some things to jump out of that tree And out of hundreds, a piece for free, I'm so green I've got to be seen to believe I had to ask Mr. Fixit Everybody on this stagecoach likes robbin' an' bashin' Big blacks and blonds smokin' miles and miles of hash That's sweet The bigger the tree, the better the time Yeah, I can see now, how you're looking for someone still A lot more funkier, a lot more, oh Well, that's the way it seems is what the way you are Used to pinging at a room and a roof drops in And said 'ello goodbyes and a few months later your mine At this rate, even sooner Still a lot more funkier, still a lot more you