Lyrics:

Sun, all our dreams are dreams of fun
Handing out the watergun
Shoot me and I'll drink you
Into the shade I'll shrink you
Finally we're done and stare up into the sky
Flat on our backs we lie in quicksand
Slowly my hand flies up and away
With the yellow bird driven by

Wind, I think I'll come to sin
With all this heaty windy skin
Around my neck and what glory
The sand in my pants reminds me of Doreen
Sand, we cannot fight getting tanned
All the limits banned
Into the night flight time's right, no fight
There goes the sun into the the nightlife, yeah

Whang I sing while the others swing
Like a beam of light through a bottle
Suzie swings, her phoney rings
Whang I sing while the others swing
Like a beam of light through a bottle
Suzie swings, her phoney rings

Time, bugs crawling up our spine
And the memory is mine
I'm a grain of sand in your hand
So hand me mine, yeah that would be fine
Heat, I kiss the blisters on your feet
A lizard's eye I greet
I'm afraid there's no aid till we get laid
Into the nightlife time's right no flight

Whang I sing while the others swing
Like a beam of light through a bottle
Suzie swings, her phoney rings
Whang I sing while the others swing
Like a beam of light through a bottle
Suzie swings, her phoney rings

Whang I sing while the others swing
Like a beam of light through a bottle
I think I'll come to sin with all this
Heaty windy skin around my neck, mocking photography
Shocking in the sand with me
Sand in my pants
Sand in my pants
Sand in my

Whang I sing while the others swing
Like a beam of light through a bottle
Suzie swings, her phoney rings
Whang I sing while the others swing
Like a beam of light through a bottle
Suzie swings, her phoney rings

I think I'll come to sin
With all this heaty windy skin around my neck and what glory
The sand in my pants reminds me of Doreen
Mocking photography, shocking in the sand with me
Sand in my pants, sand in my pants
Sand in my pants

Whang I sing while the others swing
Like a beam of light through a bottle
Suzie swings, her phoney rings
Whang I sing while the others swing
Like a beam of light through a bottle
Suzie swings, her phoney rings