You're everywhere and nowhere, baby, That's where you're at Going down the bumpy hillside in your hippie 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