"Now of course, like all real life experience stories, this also begins once a polly tito. And Happiness Stan, whose life evolved ne' ephemeral colour dreamy most, had his pure existence and his being a deep joy of the multicolour of the rainbold. Oh yes. His home a victoriana charibold, this the four-wheel folloped ft-ft-ft out the backgrove. Now as Eaved and his deep approachey, his eye on the moon, all time some time deep joy of a full moon scintilating dangly in the heavenly bode, but now only half. "Oh blow your cool man!" he dood this deep thoughcus. "What is the folly of this half disappearing of the moony most?" And as the light did a scintilading change through timely most, stopped still, and he did a deep thoughcus. "What?!" Absloutely smashing flaked he was. So gathering all behind in the hintermost, he ploddy ploddy forward into the deep fundemold of the complicading forry to sort this one out matey. Where at Man he thoucus, where at Man...... oh dear."

Goodbye sunshine I'm on my way
I'll be long time gone by the break of day
Tell everyone that I'm gonna find it
There ain't nothin' gonna stop me -

Rollin' Over
Rollin' Over

Save all your lovin' till I get home
To the sweetest lovin' sunshine that I've ever known
Tell everyone that I'm gonna find it
There ain't nothin' gonna stop me

Rollin' Over, Shak-do-way
Rollin' Over, Yeah-yeah-yeah

Rollin' Over, Shak-do-way
Rollin' Over, Yeah-yeah-yeah

Rollin' Over, Shak-do-way
Rollin' Over, Yeah-yeah-yeah

Rollin' Over, Shak-do-way
Rollin' Over, Yeah-yeah-yeah