I was lying on the grass on Sunday morning of last week Indulging in my self-defeats My mind was thugged, all laced and bugged, all twisted round and beat Uncomfortable, I'm three feet deep Now the fuzzy stares from not being there on a confusing morning week Impaired my tribal lunar speak And of course, you can't become if you only say what you would've already done So, I missed a million miles of fun I know it's up for me (if you steal my sunshine) Making sure I'm not in too deep (if you steal my sunshine) Keeping versed and on my feet (if you steal my sunshine) (If you steal my sunshine) I was frying on the bench slide in the park across the street L-A-T-E-R that week My sticky paws were into making straws out of big fat Slurpee treats An incredible eight-foot heap Now the funny glare to pay a gleaming tare in a staring under heat Involved an under usual feat And I'm not only among but I invite who I want to come So I missed a million miles of fun I know it's up for me (if you steal my sunshine) Making sure I'm not in too deep (if you steal my sunshine) Keep versed and on my feet (if you steal my sunshine) (If you steal my sunshine) I know it's done for me (if you steal my sunshine) Not something hard to see (if you steal my sunshine) Keeping dumb and built to beat (if you steal my sunshine) (If you steal my sunshine) My sunshine (if you steal my sunshine) My sunshine (if you steal my sunshine) My sunshine (if you steal my sunshine) (If you steal my sunshine) (If you steal my sunshine) (If you steal my sunshine)

1972 Daddy drove in over, it was sky blue He worked at a record store after school Call it sympathy for the vinyl () 1972 Turntable in the basement, Major Cool A hippie girl, couple cold beers split in two You got your own rock n roll revival Girl you know they didn't ride So come over tonight () I'm gonna rock you like Zeppelin, roll you like the stones Burr like them speakers in my old headphones Gonna fly like an eagle when I drop a needle on the blues I'm gonna get the metal piece down from the attic With a pop and a hiss and a little bit of static We'll return like a villain on some Dylan while we're killin some booze We're gonna kick it like the kids did in 1972 () So will it just be me and you? Playing air drums with The Who's Keith Moon You know them good ones always die too soon Like Jimmy, Jim and Joplin Yea, kickin back, cutting loose Sippin on Jack, that's what we do It don't matter baby girl cus in a few You're gonna hear heaven a knockin Look out! I'm gonna rock you like Zeppelin, roll you like the stones Burr like them speakers in my old headphones Gonna fly like an eagle when I drop a needle on the blues I'm gonna get the metal piece down from the attic With a pop and a hiss and a little bit of static We'll return like a villain on some Dylan while we're killin some booze Well let's kick it like the kids did in 1972 Yea, we're gonna kick it like the kids did in 1972

City of angels, city of stars Well, she shine brightest on that stone boulevard She introduced me to Jackson Brown Convertible rode me all over that town Oh, my LAX She always carried a Polaroid camera She always had that cold act glamour Well, she moved out there to chase her dream To be an actress on that silver screen Oh, my LAX Well, dear seventies ---- Please hold tight to my California honey Make her famous with lots of money And tell her I wish her all the best Oh, my LAX Night trampoline and marijuana I close my eyes and I can smell it on her Bored in a plan back to Tennessee I wonder if she's ever gonna think about me Well, dear palm trees and palm readers Tattoo artist and make believers Please tell her next time you see her That I sure wish her all the best Oh, my LAX Oh, my LAX