Lyrics:

Written by Larry Weiss and Scott English, this 1967 hit was released by Jeff Beck and The Attack almost simultaneously.
You're everywhere and nowhere baby
That's where you're at
Going down a bumpy hillside
In your hippy hat
Flying across the country
And getting fat
Saying everything is groovy
When your tires are flat

And it's high ho silver lining
And away you go, now baby
I see your sun is shining
But I won't 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
Lies are gonna get you someday
Just wait and see
So open up your beach umbrella
While you're watching TV

And it's high ho silver lining
And away you go, well baby
I see your sun is shining
But I won't make a fuss
Though it's obvious

And it's high ho silver lining
And away you go, well baby
I see your sun is shining
But I won't make a fuss
Though it's obvious
And it's high ho silver lining
And away you go, well baby
I see your sun is shining
But I won't make a fuss
Though it's obvious
And it's high ho silver lining
And away you go, well baby
I see your sun is shining
But I won't make a fuss, though it's obvious