Words & music Copyright © 1997 Dillywagon publishing (BMI) All Rights Reserved.

It's not a thing, got a hat in my pocket
and I wanna give it to you.
If y'all could sing, would you sing
about the things that make your head ring
or would you.

In the hour when the fish heads west you see
I'm freakin',you see I'm speakin'.
Roll your leaf and spread the joy the freddy's
finally speakin', and I'm freakin'.

Fear to the fly, bring another satchel with ya,
here's to the bomb, cuz I wanna get high,
fear to the fly, bring another satchel with ya,
here's to the bomb, cuz I'm funky, funky, high......

All this time you've let the freddy flow
yeah i'ts alright, i'ts alright.
Feel like boatin' but you're short on dough,
you know it's alright, it's alright.