Blue Sky Woman
I knew this blonde -- sweet Lucy,
Baby, she was such a killer
In her black gold speedboat.
She'd get the wind in her face
And shake to some chronic funk.
I was in limbo, baby, till Crazy Eddie
Told me to get on and chase another flower.
I lost the fiend in me, like a viper
In the purple rain, I found my
Lovely Mary Jane at 4:20 --
Near the yellow submarine.
She was my green goddess,
Baby, she was good stuff with
Her jolly green eyes. She was
No domestic woman with Fallbrook
Red hair and her good giggles
As infectious as dry high catnip.
She rode shotgun and I never
Thought of that Rainy Day Woman,
That Blue Sky Blonde Again.