I ate it and at once my eyes could see you
No sooner had I ooped it down
I felt so far off from the ground I stood on.

My legs they seemed to me like high-rise buildings

My head was high up in the sky
My skin the sun began to fry like bacon.

And then somebody old appeared and asked had I come far . . .
And hadn´t they just seen me up on Haleakala . . .
I kept on body surfing to pretend I hadn´t heard
There was someone there beside me, swimming like Richard III
And I´m still smiling

Seven naked native girls swam seven sacred pools . . .
Lone-ranger smoking doobies said you´re breaking all the rules . . .
You´d better get your clothes on or else there´ll be a row . . .

If it wasn´t for my sunstroke I would take you on right now . . .
And I´m still smiling.

I fell in love with my Soft-Hearted Hana
She entered right in through my heart
And now although we´re miles apart
I still feel her.

She lives beneath the crater in the meadow
She moves among the fruit and grain
You can meet her after heavy rain has fallen.