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