Dry-Land Fish

Springtime is coming and everything's in bloom The corn has been planted, so we'll make some moon Over by the swinging bridge I'll meet my Sarah Jean And we'll go tippy-toeing through the grass as it turns green Dry-land fish, so good for the soul You just reach out and grab 'em and put 'em in a poke And if a genie gave me a bottle, there'd be three things I'd wish Corn, greens and taters, and dry-land fish (Spoken:) Get back, Jojo... You know, the neighbors they come a-runnin' when ol' George gives the call They'll bring those Smith and Hawkins and Duckbill overalls And we'll dig a little ginseng and pull some yellow root And I'll make a magic potion with a mushroom or two Dry-land fish, so good for the soul You just reach out and grab 'em and put 'em in a poke And if a genie gave me a bottle, there'd be three things I'd wish Corn, greens and taters, and dry-land fish (Spoken:) What's it mean, Mr. Natural? Hey, incense is a-burnin' and the atmosphere is right Zeppelin's on the radio, ain't no heartaches here tonight There's dancing in the kitchen and laughter in the hall Ain't that why we are here, after all? Dry-land fish, so good for the soul You just reach out and grab 'em and put 'em in a poke And if a genie gave me a bottle, there'd be three things I'd wish Corn, greens and taters, and dry-land fish (Spoken:) Everybody now... Dry-land fish, so good for the soul You just reach out and grab 'em and put 'em in a poke And if a genie gave me a bottle, there'd be three things I'd wish Corn, greens and taters, and dry-land fish (Spoken:) Ahh.. 'twas ever thus. Whoo!