Cult of Apollo

To Smoke a Funny Hat
By Max Niketic

Out in the yard by the piles of wood
The man sat down while the rest of them stood

And they stayed all day
And ticked time away

Oh what a lovely day
To smoke a funny hat

I see colours, many colours.
In my chair, in my hair.
I see them there, everywhere.
In the grass, take on fast.

Out in the field where the weeds all grew
There's only room for two i've only got a few

And they stayed all day
And ticked time away

And oh what a lovely day
To smoke a funny hat

To Smoke a Funny Hat By Max Niketic Out in the yard by the piles of wood The man sat down while the rest of them stood And they stayed all day And ticked time away Oh what a lovely day To smoke a funny hat I see colours, many colours. In my chair, in my hair. I see them there, everywhere. In the grass, take on fast. Out in the field where the weeds all grew There's only room for two i've only got a few And they stayed all day And ticked time away And oh what a lovely day To smoke a funny hat
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