I ate it and at once my eyes could see you
No sooner had I ooped it down
I fell so far off from the ground I stood on.

My legs they seemed to me like high-rise buildings
My head was high up in the sky
My skin the sun began to fry like bacon.

And then somebody old appeared and asked had I come far. . .
And hadn't they just seen me up on Haleakala. . .
I kept on body surfing to pretend I hadn't heard
There was someone there beside me swimming like Richard III
And I'm still smiling.

Seven naked native girls swam seven sacred pools. . .
Lone-ranger smoking doobies said you're breaking all the rules. . .
You'd better get your clothes on or else there'll be a row. . .
If it wasn't for my sunstroke I would take you on right now. . .
And I'm still smiling.

I fell in love with my Soft-Hearted Hana
She entered right in through my heart
And now although we're miles apart
I still feel her.

She lives beneath the crater in the meadow
She moves among the fruit and grain
You can meet her after heavy rain has fallen.