Touch Da Sky

Touch Da Sky by Supernova-Exploding

Topless witta sassy top hat
Melon breasts swayin', open air
Deep brown shoulders, where it's at
Gin o' da balcony, jist don' care

Hips ta Tom Waits' gutteral crooon
Risin' curls o' fragrant smoke
Gonn' head down, get wild atta salooon
Sneak back out fer a nice green toke

Some of it's happenin' right now
Rest is gonna happen soon
Yeah baby soon, real soon

Can I convince ya ta have a threesome
Three sexy ladies, an' aw hell
Why not ya punk boyfriend too
Second .40 in two days
What's it ... Ta you!

My god we look like a goddamned circus
A slanted circus at dat
Purple dreadlocks, inky chelsea hawk
Just plain weird an' red an' black
Loud yella liberty-spiked bi-hawk
Contact ball, hula hoop
A God. Damn. UNICYCLE!
And again, dis sassy top hat
Ooh, dis sassy top hat!

Where's ma gee-tar!

Bonfire, booze cruise, Fernie back roads
Rasping ... Sublime
Singin' raucously, streets o' Nelson
Gonn' pick up anutta kazoooo
Swiggin' whiskey, gingah beer
Loungin' under a tree
Met a hot Israeli travelin' woman
When we camped at da beach
Golden fro, homemade didg
Makeshift tent village, someone's yard

Ooh yeah, tell me babe, what's it
Ta you
What's it ... Ta you
Yeah

Gazin' a' sky ova Vancouva
Drinkin', dancin', naked a' coast
Remembering, it was like
Teach ya da meanin' of exhilaration
Leapin' off a glacial watta-fall
Wondrin' where I'll sleep tonight
Been hitchhikin', bandit campin'
Tradin' hemp, gettin' high
I don't wish you was here
I only wish I could touch da sky.