Going Out the Bay by Buddy Wasisname And The Other Fellers Lyrics
Going out the bay on a sunny day
To the islands for tonight
Body is as loose as a worn out tooth
But my mind is so uptight
And a cup of tea for my blood stream
A song to still my soul
Wouldn’t trade it in for a limousine
A mountain made of gold
Well I just got back from the city
Where there’s bodies cramped in space
Right or wrong, like it or not
You feel you’re in a race
Where there’s hands out for your money
And you’re always short on time
Just when you think you’re out in front
You’re looking up someone’s behind
So going out the bay on a sunny day
To the islands for tonight
Body is as loose as a worn out tooth
But my mind is so uptight
And a cup of tea for my blood stream
A song to still my soul
Wouldn’t trade it in for a limousine
Or mountain made of gold
With the wind all gone and the sinking sun
Silence in the cove
And the smoke from the camp fire rising
With a pot just simmering slow
Well your troubles start to vanish
And your worries fade like fog
Cause your heart is where it wants to be
With your bum on an old drift log
So going out the bay on a sunny day
To the islands for tonight
Body is as loose as a worn out tooth
But my mind is so uptight
And a cup of tea for my blood stream
A song to still my soul
Wouldn’t trade it in for a limousine
Or mountain made of gold
Wouldn’t trade it in for a limousine
Or a mountain made of gold
To the islands for tonight
Body is as loose as a worn out tooth
But my mind is so uptight
And a cup of tea for my blood stream
A song to still my soul
Wouldn’t trade it in for a limousine
A mountain made of gold
Well I just got back from the city
Where there’s bodies cramped in space
Right or wrong, like it or not
You feel you’re in a race
Where there’s hands out for your money
And you’re always short on time
Just when you think you’re out in front
You’re looking up someone’s behind
So going out the bay on a sunny day
To the islands for tonight
Body is as loose as a worn out tooth
But my mind is so uptight
And a cup of tea for my blood stream
A song to still my soul
Wouldn’t trade it in for a limousine
Or mountain made of gold
With the wind all gone and the sinking sun
Silence in the cove
And the smoke from the camp fire rising
With a pot just simmering slow
Well your troubles start to vanish
And your worries fade like fog
Cause your heart is where it wants to be
With your bum on an old drift log
So going out the bay on a sunny day
To the islands for tonight
Body is as loose as a worn out tooth
But my mind is so uptight
And a cup of tea for my blood stream
A song to still my soul
Wouldn’t trade it in for a limousine
Or mountain made of gold
Wouldn’t trade it in for a limousine
Or a mountain made of gold