Dry-Land Fish

Springtime is coming and everything's in bloom

The corn has been planted, so we'll make some moon

Over by the swinging bridge I'll meet my Sarah Jean

And we'll go tippy-toeing through the grass as it turns green

Dry-land fish, so good for the soul

You just reach out and grab 'em and put 'em in a poke

And if a genie gave me a bottle, there'd be three things I'd wish

Corn, greens and taters, and dry-land fish

[Spoken:] Get back, Jojo...

You know, the neighbors they come a-runnin' when ol' George gives the call

They'll bring those Smith and Hawkins and Duckbill overalls

And we'll dig a little ginseng and pull some yellow root

And I'll make a magic potion with a mushroom or two

Dry-land fish, so good for the soul

You just reach out and grab 'em and put 'em in a poke

And if a genie gave me a bottle, there'd be three things I'd wish

Corn, greens and taters, and dry-land fish

[Spoken:] What's it mean, Mr. Natural?

Hey, incense is a-burnin' and the atmosphere is right

Zeppelin's on the radio, ain't no heartaches here tonight

There's dancing in the kitchen and laughter in the hall

Ain't that why we are here, after all?

Dry-land fish, so good for the soul

You just reach out and grab 'em and put 'em in a poke

And if a genie gave me a bottle, there'd be three things I'd wish

Corn, greens and taters, and dry-land fish

[Spoken:] Everybody now...

Dry-land fish, so good for the soul

You just reach out and grab 'em and put 'em in a poke

And if a genie gave me a bottle, there'd be three things I'd wish

Corn, greens and taters, and dry-land fish

[Spoken:] Ahh.. 'twas ever thus. Whoo!