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, colors, recycling, and everything out of sight
He's in the grass, he's a guest, baby, can you dig it?
The sun's dreamin' love between the leaves
He's in the grass, he's a guest, baby, can you dig it?
And it's dark in the tree
He's in the grass, he's a guest, baby, can you dig it?
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
Woo!
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 sun is gleaming
And I'm dreaming
And I'm dreaming
And the sun is gleaming
And I'm dreaming
And I'm dreaming
Thank you.
Thank you.