I ate it and at once my eyes could see you
No sooner had I ooped it down
l felt so far off from the ground I stood on

My legs they seemed to me like high-rise buildings
My head was high up in the sky
My skin the sun began to fry like bacon

And then somebody old appeared and asked had I come far. . .
And hadn't they just seen me up on Haleakala. . .
I kept on body surftng to pretend I hadn't heard
There was someone there beside me, swimming like Richard III
And I'm still smiling

Seven naked native girls swam seven sacred pools. . .
Lone-ranger smoking doobies said you're breaking all the rules. . .
You'd better get your clothes on or else there'll be a row. . .
If it wasn't for my sunstroke I would take you on right now. . .
And I'm still smiling

I fell in love with my Soft-Hearted Hana
She entered right in through my heart
And now although we're miles apart
I still feel her

She lives beneath the crater in the meadow
She moves among the fruit and grain
You can meet her after heavy rain has fallen