I don't have any money    But I know that I'm not broke    'Cause when me and my friends do too much acid    We laugh so loud we think we'll probably choke       And my blue-box is full of empty bottles    And my fridge is empty most days    But I am lying back and reading Joyce Cary    And Dig Circus is playing on Saturday       Well I might be    One horny bastard    And that's why I always smile    But this feeling isn't everlasting    So come on and lay down beside me for a while       And we can dance and write a letter    And kiss your eyes, and touch my hand    And tie the world up in one tight piece of leather    And grab it by the balls and make it understand       Trees are green, and the grass is yellow, ride a bike, and fly a kite...    Well, alright       Yeah      Trees are green, and the grass is yellow, fly a bike and ride a kite...    Well, alright       Well, I don't mean to be a preacher    And give a sermon from the church of Sneaky Dee's    But one more jug of beer and that point that I was reaching    Will hit me like a vision and make me fall on my knees       And I don't care about the cost of living    I'm unaware of these depressing days    And maybe my TV is full of M.C. Hammer    But Dig Circus is playing on Saturdays   Yeah, Dig Circus is playing on Saturdays      Thank God