All I need's a wigwam
In somebody's garden
All I need is you ma'am
And my tent pole'll harden
All I need's a clay pipe
To smoke my weed in
But you play no hype
You keep on weeding
Houses are short things
Cut like the green grass blade
Cut down tomorrow
Like they've never been made
Why must we live in
Than blow in the wild wind
Carry me to everglades
Green like the grass blades
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