so long old bean

well these days i'm spread so thin

i'm getting carried up by the wind

every time you get high

you might see me floating by

well so long old bean

it's been a dream being with you

i couldn't tell us apart

oh and i know neither could you

don't tread on me

when you float downstream

on a moonbeam

so long old bean

so long old bean

here comes the mapinguari singing awww

when's there gonna be an end to wondering

when all of our troubles are gonna end 'cause

we've had our fill of finding our empty pockets

emptier still and there probably won't be

an end to that my friends

now that my tralala's are dating

little sips of the hollywood bowl

they mute up my mind

how kind of them to mellow mellow mellow my soul

well they're the gambling kind

as smooth as a tuba' ass on the dole

money never beats soul

how noble

don't forget me

when you float downstream

on a moonbeam

so long old bean

so long old bean

i'm a little firefly

landing on you