One, a two
A one, two, three, four
Well now, the underground, the overjoyed
They come on just the same
Don't wanna get too real, man
I just wanna play the game
I guess you knew all along
We're just singing in the rain
Can't get hip to the down trip
The ship is sailing yet
And if it sinks you know
That all we really get is wet
Move over, Ms. L
You know I wish you well
Move over, Ms. L
You know I wish you well
Move over, Ms. L
Well now, to err is something human
Forgiving so divine
I'll forgive your trespasses
If you forgive me mine
Life's a deal, you know it
When you sign the dotted line
They nail you to the paper
Put a rope around your neck
And so we sing along
The boy stood on the burning deck
Move over, Ms. L
You know I wish you well
Move over, Ms. L
You know I wish you well
Move over, Ms. L
Well now, Momma, Poppa told me
"Son, you better watch your head
Your head is full of snakes, boy
You're better red than dead
They're starving back in China"
That's what they always said
Can't get head in the head shop
Your jeans are full of crap
You're full of beans, you're in your teens
You lost your Momma's road map
Move over, Ms. L
You know I wish you well
Move over, Ms. L
You know I wish you well
Move over, Ms. L