BrainStorm – All Right, Chill Out

Sitting on a sofa, chewing gum and watcing a movie

Got no things to do but sit and chew, and I’m feeling groovy

All right, chill out, switch off the telephone

Come on, cut out, don’t you see I’m stoned

Prove me, honey, give me an argument

That the weed I’m smoking ain’t no heaven sent

Peeling a potato in the kitchen, gotta say that it’s the last one

Smiling at the neighbours that are knocking on my door

and saying ‘what fun’

All right, chill out, switch off the telephone

Come on, cut out, don’t you see I’m stoned

Prove me, honey, give me an argument

That the weed I’m smoking ain’t no heaven sent

Sitting on a sofa, chewing gum and watcing a movie

Got no things to do but sit and chew, and I’m feeling groovy

They say I’m gonna end up in a funny farm

although I think that kind of place does have it’s charm

you’d better roll a joint and feel it’s getting, getting warm

All right, chill out, switch off the telephone

Come on, cut out, don’t you see I’m stoned

Prove me, honey, give me an argument

That the weed I’m smoking ain’t no heaven sent