baby on a hot day
sip something sweet
cool as cold pudding
like lakes at your feet
and
baby on a hot day
touch something smooth
cool as cold pudding
to get in your groove

yeah you got all the trimmings

remember how you used to stand so proud
under the awnings laughing out loud
remember how you used to partly submerge
into the crowd if you got the urge
and remember how you used to turn up trumps
and turn down tramps who used your pumps
and remember how you used to turn to stone
everytime you rocked in the mineral zone
and remember how you rode a cart
until they tore that thing apart
and remember how you named that hill
but the valley remains unnamed still
and remember how you wandered off
and then came back but just to scoff
honey whats that on your lip…froth….?

yeah you got all the trimmings