Hey Day - Beat Happening

Golden hills, you climb high

At the top, licking hairy pie

Skip Jack got a lucky hand

Living on the fat of the land

New roads travel smooth

No golden rule

No golden rule

I’ll wait for you

No war and trade

I’ll wait for you

The hope you’re paid

I like your style

You go for charm

I like your hope

Sit golden on a lawn

Sit golden on a lawn

Well, I’m not damned

In the fat of the land

With the lucky hand

I can only dream

That you were forever racing

I can only dream

Hey day, hey day

Gone astray

Hey day, hey day

Hey day now

Hey day