Let's get an old bus
And go cross-country
Let's count all the broken yellow lines
And the drops of drugs to the eyes
That we take a long the way

We've got Electric Kool-Aid in the fridge
And we're ready to roll
Literally and metaphorically
I want to vibrate physically
As I do spiritually
I want to spread love and peace
And good times to everybody

Take a drink of magic juice
and share the experience with me
Altered consciousness
a state of chemical well-being
That puts me at ease
All the colors and sounds
colliding
In my head in fantastic images
Of sacred geometry
The Flower of Life blooms
In my dilated pupils
And I smile