[Lord Buckley]
With a gleam of sweet—
With a gleam— groovey with gold in your pocket
Ridin' a wild set a wheels at an easy pace
Whew! Are you there?
Everything is smooth and cool
There's some traffic, but not too much traffic
It's alright, you see, because you've, brrrttt
Got everything covered, understand?
And you're drivin' along and the feel of the sun
And the radio's swingin' a beautiful, crazy, wild tune
And you feel so good
You, hah! You're right in there tight
Can you feel it? Yes
And suddenly your mind, rrrrtttttt
Goes over to Hippleyville
Whew! Beautiful!