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.