Golden Clouds

So Mr. Parí Oolaí oolaí What were the skies like when you were young? We white clothes Jump in the boolin clothes Blue space, white clothes Jump in the boolin clothes Jump in gotta rain Jump in gotta rain boo Shinning sun. Blue skies there will be a clash Unlease there will be the punk Return and we will be the monk Unsave to the funk I fron con the conk Coat the funk Cause all the junk And I trait in the monk Monk le monk Funk le funk (And) Punk le punk (And) Jump le Junk We all know a junkie Give us the monki We all know junkie Give us the animal Give us the lion Erggghh (erghhh) Give us the lion Do us the lion Use the jungle Give us the trees The trees The breeze The trees The rain I.N And so on...