You're gonna miss the sunshine.
Don't you dare miss the sunshine.
You're gonna miss the sunshine.
Don't you dare miss the sunshine.
The air was thicker than the flesh of an alligator pear
And if you knew better you'd have bet this was
A bout of earthquake weather.
Been reading Raymond Chandler
And I've been listening to the Firesign Theatre.
Hiding like a private icon in my bed under covers.
Do you dare, living life without a care?
Wish I was deep as you must think I think I am.
Do you dare, living life without a care?
I can sleep all day because I am the man.
You're gonna miss the sunshine.
Don't you dare miss the sunshine.
You're gonna miss the sunshine.
Don't you dare miss the sunshine.
Don't you miss it.
While I'm gnawing on the drawstring of my Tijuana poncho
I realize no pride or privilege is giving me head honcho.
And when I've had enough of all this sunshine stuff
I'll ditch my car and make my pilgrimage
Down Wilshire Boulevard
And climb in to the tar pits like the Smilodon
And go down smiling, knowing even gone,
I'll always be a part.
Do you dare, living life without a care?
I don't mind but then it really all depends.
Do you dare living life without a care?
I am just The Man from The Big Pretend.
A million single people in a million single cars
All parked at rush hour.
No time to let the orange ripen rip it off the vine and eat it sour.
Alone on a stone in the middle of a solar system.
The kids of The Big Pretend are here.
Air kiss them.
Do you dare, living life without a care?
I don't mind because I am the man.
Do you dare, living life without a care?
I don't mind because I am the man.
Alone on a stone in the middle of a solar system.
Alone on a stone in the middle of a solar system.
You're gonna miss the sunshine.
You're gonna miss the sunshine.