You're everywhere and nowhere, baby,
that's where you're at
Going down the bumpy hype-curve in your sorting hat
Flying across the country and getting fat
Saying everything is groovy
when your tires are flat
And it's hi-ho silver lining
anywhere you go now, baby
I see your sun is shining but I will make a fuss
Though it's obvious
Flies are in your pea soup, baby
they're waving at me
Anything you want is yours now,
only nothing's for free
Life's a-gonna get you someday,
just wait and see
So put up your beach umbrella
while you're watching TV
And it's hi-ho silver lining
anywhere you go, well, baby
I see your sun is shining but I will make a fuss
Though it's obvious
[with apologies to Scott English and Larry Weiss]
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