Life's a Trippy Thing

Nancy Sinatra

Getting to it naturally, really getting there
Getting such a high on, loving what I do
I'm so full of happiness, my hope's on something new (ding-a-ling)

My pot is filled with flowers, my grass is bright and green]
My tears brwing in my cup, and still I make the scene
But just don't try to change me, I love the world I found
I've got to fly my own sweet way, and don't you shoot me down, hahaha

(Remembering, remembering)
(A ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling)
Don't pity me, I'm glad to be a ding-a-ling, [a ding-a-ling]
(Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling)
(Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling)
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling (ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling)
Ha ha ha, that's silly (ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling)