A red tailed hawk sails up to the wire While i'm casting my line in the pond Hey old friend where you been so long Things are getting kinda rough on the farm Down muddy rivers over dried up lakes These shifting winds been tugging at my wings The boys are laying grease down the slipway All hands on deck Cause today's the day We're off We're off Far from the din Big fat cats in buttercup suits Well they are coming for the wrens of mice and men They've got papers to sign They want a cut from you Well bust my buttons There's a back door bell Don't you know there will be no sign The creepers in the alley all know the knock Buffed up dapper dan with a fresh haircut Her hairs in a perm just for the long walk Fly the jolly roger I'm an artful dodger And there's nothing going on here Rain Wind Gather and spin Let it swell Hoist the sails Across prairies and then ♪ Well, Back in Ramona The weeds are growing tall Long rusty fences make friends of us all The milo all fades to gray But an ocean of notions could save the day Well a renegade high top shoes the latest craze See some big shot daddy-long-legs man watch her swing Try and follow down a straight line Well I never saw her coming gettin dizzy spying Refuse the call And have a ball Can make you spin Twinkle toes slip-ruby's all the craze Down the carpet watch here out shine Well she's light zap cracker-jack superstar bright And the band is cooking up a storm tonight Fly the jolly roger I'm an artful dodger And there's something going on here Rain Wind Gather and spin Let it swell Hoist the sails Across prairies and then