Often times your eyes mesmerize
 Getting out of bed was such a task
 That he'd sang, oh and
 By the time he had risen
 The day was gone
 
Often times he was dreaming of tropical isles
 But his gigantic thumb
 Of great the mass
 Would not permit him to travel
 At all
 
Maybe someday, maybe someday
 My friend
 We will meet
 In the hood