Which would bring me health in showbiz
He to my to live by the Inner Sound, y'all
Silently the silence came, was it the end of my world?
And bought him copies of the De La score
Could you help me with this chore?"
I looked down and then around and I heard
Like the daisy, I need water, I need chesnuts to consume"
But one thing we all must heed Sony Walkmans keep us walking
He decided with this accomplished
As I walked along the sidewalk, I heard "Psst, excuse me, Plug One"
Mr. Crocodile said, "Dove, you must look
I'm in tip-top shape today, cause my water's clean
As I walked along my journey, I thought, "What have I just learned?"
With this advice ffrom me to you and that's to tread water"
As I bathed I felt a presence, and I'm sort of ticklish
"No alarm meant," he said, "Let me introduce myself, I'm Mr Monkey"
What it was was more then plug-up dosage more than daisy age
He delivered me a message, a massage to soothe my stage
He would put me on to the path
Though you're fed up, throw your head up
I shouted out in fear, "Who's there? It's me," said Mr. Squirrel
As my day went unexplained, time was finding nothing fun
For now the villains try to hold you underwater
Always look to the positive and never drop your head
De La Soul can help you breathe when you tread water"
"Mr Monkey, I pledge you slap of five
Then to use them, not abuse them
"Mr. Squirrel," I said, "I'm sorry, but the problem can't be solved
In a flash I saw commotion there was movement in these ferns
If there's no one here to help, and no one to get involved
Now how does your problem meet?"
Conversation drew a rule, which the crowd will roar by millions
"Hi! I'm Mr Fish, How do you do? As for me
See I look past all my worries, which is something you must do
For my population's dying, and we're all in tune to doom
He said, "My bananas are at their ripest, but they all
Which assisted well in his elevation
From my Soul, De La that is, I hollered "Yes, are you talking to me?"
And no-one's menu says Fresh Fish Fillet
For the water will engulf us if we do not dare to tread
Now all bananas is at his grasp
Now one weary day I woke, my alarm said, "Plug time's up"
"I've searched for you all over, now you're found no time to waste
I brought him down to the Native shop
Stand at three feet, my swinging hand is bandaged up
We must find the preacher man, we must find the P.A. Mase
Filled my bath up with the water, gargled with my gargle cup
So let's tread water"
And then in the words that got me to 'em
