BE HERE NOW_:

Wash your face in a morning sun 
Flesh your pen at the song that I'm singing 
Toutch down base living on the run 
Make no sweet of the hole that you diging

Wrap on cold when is warm outside 
Your shit jokes reminde me of Bidges 
Be my magic carpet ride 
Fly me down to capital city in the sun 

Be kickin up a storm 
From the day that I was born 
Sing a song to me one from let it be 
Open up your eyes get a grip of yourself inside
You betcha!

Come on, come on, come on …
Yeah, yeah, yeah…