Am I High

On your mark, get set, are you ready

I've been up in the atmosphere all day long, just sitting with my guitar, singing a song

I've been trying to make some money by the golden rule, but people just laugh and think

I'm a fool

I'm high, man, I'm high

I've been sitting on a flagpole kissing the breeze

Now somebody catch me if I sneeze

Yes, it's half past three on my sundial, but people can hear me singing for a quarter mile

I'm high, man, I'm high

Now crowds start to gather, look to the sky

And my thermos bottle is almost dry

Time's running down to my deadline

Oh, but me and my guitar are still doing fine

I'm high, oh, man, I'm high

Oh, mercy, what am I going to do

I've been up on this flagpole now four or five days now

All my fingers are hurting

I'm out of my ham and cheese sandwiches with anchovies on the side

Oh, me

Na-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Scrappy-dappy-wa-wa-wa

Oh, man, you're putting me on