Mamma, pin your hair up, cut the grass down
You-ou, been all day, I've been dust brown, drivin' freely
Drink the water, you will quickly bloom
And the follow words will fill your room, with gold
Swept up, yet again now, by California
However, you're a giver, show me every-thing you can see
There's a miracle in those stranded tides
Led by feathers, leather boots, and so-o-ound
Ah, ah, o-o-ao
Ah, ah, o-o-ao
Mamma, pin your hair up, cut the grass down
You-ou, be the window, be the deep so-o-ound
Ah, ah, o-o-ao
Ah, ah, o-o-ao
Ah, ah, o-o-ao