I ate it and at once my eyes could see you

No sooner had I ooped it down

I felt so far off from the ground I stood on.

My legs they seemed to me like high-rise buildings

My head was high up in the sky

My skin the sun began to fry like bacon.

And then somebody old appeared and asked had I come far . . .

And hadn't they just seen me up on Haleakala . . .

I kept on body surfing to pretend I hadn't heard

There was someone there beside me, swimming like Richard III

And I'm still smiling

Seven naked native girls swam seven sacred pools . . .

Lone-ranger smoking doobies said you're breaking all the rules . . .

You'd better get your clothes on or else there'll be a row . . .

If it wasn't for my sunstroke I would take you on right now . . .

And I'm still smiling.

I fell in love with my Soft-Hearted Hana

She entered right in through my heart

And now although we're miles apart

I still feel her.

She lives beneath the crater in the meadow

She moves among the fruit and grain