It is a fine bit of feeling that you just can't have If you have never felt it, you never felt alive It is a juke-joint chain down an older road A pump-up, giving in, passing along Take a trip up magic mountain Sing, whoa-oh Let the feeling free your soul Take a drink, straight from the fountain Sing, whoa-oh A view from the top, stops you dead in your track The sun isn't moving, the future is the past ♪
Well, it's a wild kind of walkway up on back in the woods Rolling in the grass ain't never felt so good I have a proof from the forgotten wicked witch in the west I got my name but I passed the test Take a trip up magic mountain Sing, whoa-oh Let the feeling free your soul Take a drink, straight from the fountain Sing, whoa-oh A view from the top, stops you dead in your track The sun isn't moving, the future is the past ♪ Take a trip up magic mountain Sing, whoa-oh Let the feeling free your soul Take a drink, straight from the fountain Sing, whoa-oh A view from the top, stops you dead in your track The sun isn't moving, the future is the past