Lyrics

One, two One, two, three, four Everybody's feeling groovy Everybody's got tight pants on 'Cause everybody feels like they were Just made by the creator So come take a walk down my street Keep your head up by the phone lines You can see the world if you want to Give it a try, open your eyes and feel free Ahh, of my yellow pills Ahh, of my yellow pills Take a look around my street Everybody's got their new wheels They're still gonna chyme on the freeway Everybody got the yellow pills Just look at their happy faces Lovin' to the tape machine Actin' like they're drivin' to heaven Turn up the blind, I hit you with mine and feel free Ahh, of my yellow pills Ahh, of my yellow pills Ahh, of my yellow pills I'll always believe in your lies You make me feel so alive 'Cause I don't love to be real 'Cause everybody's is feeling groovy Everybody's cut their hair short And everybody feels like they were Just made by the creator So come take a walk down my street Keep your head up by the phone line You can see the world if you want to Give it a try, open your eyes and feel free Ahh, of my yellow pills Ahh, of my yellow pills Oh, ahh, my yellow pills Oh, ahh, my yellow pills
Writer(s): Steve Allen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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