So Long Old Bean

So long old bean
Little sips of the Hollywood bowl, they mute up my mind
Oh, and I know neither could you
When you float downstream on a moonbeam

When all of our troubles are gonna end
Well, so long old bean
Of finding our empty pockets emptier still

Well, they're the gambling kind
Don't tread on me
Don't forget me

Every time you get high
It's been a dream being with you
You might see me floating by

So long old bean
'Cause we've had our fill
When's there gonna be an end to wondering

So long old bean
As smooth as a tuba' ass on the dole
Here comes the Mapinguari singing, aww
Money never beats soul, how noble
And there probably won't be an end to that my friends
When you float downstream on a moonbeam
How kind of them to mellow, mellow, mellow my soul
Now that my tralala's are dating
So long old bean
I couldn't tell us apart