The leaves to the tree
And the trees to the roots
And the roots to the ground
And the ground to the sky
Sky to the smoke that I blow up high
You've got the idea
Now show her how to fly!
Woo! Woo!
Woo! Woo!
Woo! Woo!
Woo! Woo!
Front to the back
And the east to the west
And the most to the worst
And the least to the best
The needs to the wants
And the rose to the weeds;
If I hadn't met sour, I'd've never known sweet!
Sweet!
Sweet!
Sweet
Sweet, sweet!
The leaves to the tree
And the trees to the roots
And the roots to the ground
And the ground to the sky
Sky to the smoke that I blow up high
You've got the idea, now show her how to fly!
Fly!
Fly, fly!
Front to the back
And the east to the west
And the most to the worst
And the least to the best
The needs to the wants
And the rose to the weeds;
If I hadn't met sour, I'd've never known sweet!
Sweet!
Sweet!
Sweet
Sweet, sweet!
Woo! Woo!
Woo! Woo!
Woo! Woo!
Woo! Woo!
Woo! Woo!
Woo! Woo!
Woo! Woo!
Woo! Woo!
