Picking up some little crops As childish as I ever was The blinking eye of comrades The perfume of a women lost I bumped into you earlier No worries that could interfere The time was right. I much prefer Your hair like that, you're like a fleur What a lovely day Idahay Today What a lovely day Idahay Today I talked to my old therapist About the twist and shout of cannabis He kindly stared down at me pissed But I don't care, I'm a masochist To heaven and to what's beyond Whatever we might have become I'll write some stupid little songs Draw mom and dad with a crayon What a lovely day Idahay Today What a lovely day Idahay Today What a lovely day Idahay Today What a lovely day Idahay Today Today