Lucky bags, me and you

And all the aces wild

Summer, summer salting through

Spin, dance and jive



Trimming back the hedgegrove

That has grown so high

They say that beauty sleeps inside

Oh my, oh my



It doesn't matter what you knowing

Even less the games you play

You better have those colors showing

When tomorrow comes your way



Lucky bags, you and me

And a sheet of blue tears

And a net of crimson lightening

Right between my ears



Who cares if your hands are clean

When does your heart commit the crime

Cause you're saying things you just don't mean

Trying to make ends rhyme



It doesn't matter what you knowing

Even less the words you say

You better have those colors showing

When tomorrow comes your way



A flag for every color in the sky

And to god a show between us

Shouting