Show me his man, look, he's in the bed
He's in the grass, he's a guest, baby, can you dig it?
Money trip, just watchin' as the world comes back
He's in the grass, he's a guest, baby, can you dig it?
There are too many groovy things to see while he's in the bed
He's in the grass, he's a guest, baby, can you dig it?
Flowers and colors break naked, everything out of sight
He's in the grass, he's a guest, baby, can you dig it?
The sun's possible, is that my doesn't have to be
He's in the grass, he's a guest, baby, can you dig it?
And life starts in my street
He's in the grass, he's a guest, baby, can you dig it?
Everything here is so clear, you can see
Everything here is so clear, you can see
And everything here is so real, you can feel it
And it's real, so real, so real, so real, so real, so real
Thank you, Chica
I can dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it
Oh, let's dig it, get the gig, baby
I can dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it
Oh, let's dig it
Can you dig it, baby?
The something in the between the living
Sit down and say, hey, baby, can you dig it?
And it's bad, it's darn it, it doesn't work
Okay
It's bad

Thank you.
Thank you.