(by Brian Wilson and Van Dyke Parks)
Fresh Zen air around my head,
Morning stumble out of bed,
Eggs and grits and lickety-split,
Look at me jump, I'm in the great shape of the upper country.
Out in the barnyard, the chickens do their number,
Out in the farmyard, the cook is chopping lumber,
Jump in the pigpen, next time I'll take my shoes off
Hit the dirt doing two-and-a-half, next time I'll leave my hat on...