You're everywhere and nowhere baby, that's where you're at Running down a bumpy hillside, in your hippy hat Flying across the country, and getting fat Saying everything is groovy, when your tires are flat
And it's high ho silver lining, no matter where you go now baby I see your sun is shining But I won't make a fuss, though it's obvious .......
You're everywhere and nowhere baby, that's where you're at
ReplyDeleteRunning down a bumpy hillside, in your hippy hat
Flying across the country, and getting fat
Saying everything is groovy, when your tires are flat
And it's high ho silver lining, no matter where you go now baby
I see your sun is shining
But I won't make a fuss, though it's obvious
.......
Bloody hell Donnie, I was think of that very song!! Glad you remembered all the words.
ReplyDeleteLovely picture Martina.
donnie, Paul: aha ... hmm .. eh .... google ... first try "fear of flying while fat" ... can't be ... oh ... ooooh ...
ReplyDelete... and now I have to confess that I owned "Truth" some years ago ... got lost in one of my many movings from here to there ...
Thanks.