[Part I]      Well I'm a secret lemonade drinker a free thinker   I stay focused but not blinkered   And these snapshot memories in my mind   Legacies from another time   And I find   That as the days pass the colours fade   But the images remain      [Part II]      Grazed knees, page three's   BMX, Atari's      Dayglo, Velcro   Yoyo's, Beano's      Hip hop, don't stop      Starwars figures, football stickers   Cola bottles, Jerry Cottles      Fat laces, dirty faces   Kiss chases, Wacky Races      Herbie Hancock, Kurtis Blow   Roxanne Shanté, UFO      Hip hop   Don't stop      [Part III]      Everything's in slow motion   Hands in the air   Sweat flying everywhere   But we don't care   Well you could try to fight the feeling   But I can't see the use   There's so much love in this room   And yes its all drug induced   Can't remember who I am   Or what I'm doing here   But at the same time   In my mind   Everything is clear   No fear and no drama   It's all good karma   And I never can forget   The night before the morning after      [CHORUS]      Sun up to sun down   Come up to come down   Just waiting for Friday to come around   Sun rise to sun set   How high can we get   Monday morning and none of us have slept yet      Well there's more to life than this   Of that I'm fully aware   But there's nothing more intense   Than crazy nights we shared   We got bass for the body   Chemicals for the head   Every day lives   Were like a skin we shed   Well you could try to fight the feeling   But I can't see the use   There's so much love in this room   Of that we're living proof   You could try to fight the feeling   But I can't see the use   It's a shame that in the end   It was all drug induced      [CHORUS x2]      [Part IV]      Even as I watch you   All the rest seems to disappear   You pull me in with your tractor beams   And wrap me up in your wicked schemes   My Sunday morning eyes observe   Your Cadbury's skin uncurve   And in tronic patterned Venetian light   You moonwalk to the bathroom   Well you move across my space without friction   You're so unbelievable you must be fiction   Or perhaps a premonition   But as I listen   I hear your footfall softly   And all my troubles fall away from me   So easily   But so slowly      [Part V]      All these memories in my mind   I'm still a secret lemonade drinker