Stoned Soul Picnic

Can you surry?
Can you picnic?
Whoa.
Can you surry?
Can you picnic?
Come on, come on and
Surry down to a stoned soul picnic.
Surry down to a stoned soul picnic.
There'll be lots of time and wine,
Red yellow honey, sassafrass and moonshine.
Red yellow honey, sassafrass and moonshine.
Stoned soul
Stoned soul, oh.
Come on, come on and
Surry down to a stoned soul picnic.
Surry down to a stoned soul picnic.
Rain and sun come in akin.
And from the sky come the Lord and lightning.
And from the sky come the Lord and lightning.
Stoned soul
Stoned soul
Surry on down.
Surry, surry.
Surry, surry.
There'll be trains of blossom.
There'll be trains of blossom.
There'll be trains of music.
There'll be music.
There'll be trains of trust,
Trains of golden dust.
Come along and surry on, sweet trains of thought.
Surry on down.
Can you surry?
Can you surry? Ooh.
Surry down to a stoned soul picnic.
Surry down to a stoned soul picnic.
Ooh, there'll be lots of time and wine,
Red yellow honey, sassafrass and moonshine.
Red yellow honey, sassafrass and moonshine.
Moonshine
Stoned soul, yeah.
Surry on down.
Surry, surry.
Surry, surry.
Surry, surry.
Surry, surry.
Surry, surry.
Surry, surry.