I'm lying on the floor
 and the clouds are spinning [bad word]  Catarwalling across the evanescent sky
 I know it's the summertime of consciousness
 But my mind is sunken, [bad word]  By years of your conditioning
 So I will try to peel the layers of the onion that lies
 Still inside me
 To where I'm nothing but friendly Mr. Bluesky
 In the summertime of consciousness
 pretty girl in a summer's dress
 She's nothingness, pure emptiness
 In the summertime of consciousness

 Have you ever seen the sun
 In the summertime of consciousness?
 In her eyes you will see
 Love that melts and sets you free
 Let the breeze past, the sun [bad word]  Let life dance on it could be such fun
 In the summertime of consciousness
 pretty girl in a summer's dress
 See the Buddah cats, the Buddah bees
 The Buddah dogs and the Buddah trees
 pretty girl in a sweet caress