Who's that sister, mader her own space,
She's got moondust on her 'fro. [bad word] we miss her sugarsome face,
Wistful, moonbeam sense to go.
Six months later she steamed up the van,
We got no small surprise.
Daisy lady sits on her hand, a naughty sparkle in her eyes.

Daisy [bad word] flyin' out my hand.
Daisy Lady, Playmate of the land.

Late arrival, never been kissed,
Strode up sneaking in tongues.
Settled nicely up to the wrist,
Grinding to the bass and the [bad word] 
3 years later she's back in her stride,
Down Full Circle doin' the bump,
Lovely Lady, up on her feet,
She's getting over the hump.

Daisy [bad word] flyin' out my hand.
Daisy Lady, Playmate of the land.

That poor old poet didn't know so,
but she cooked the wrong goose.
She should have lapped it up
and licked it like we do with that juice.
And if you ask her she just [bad word] And digs the life that she chose.
My moonbeam woman, she sure 'nuff gets some when her cup overflows.

Can't stop Won't stop, rockin' to the lady 'cuz I get down and I go down