Songtexte: Nancy Sinatra. Nancy In London. Life's a Trippy Thing.

(chorus)

[Getting stoned on sunshine, getting high on air,]
Getting to it naturally, really getting there,
[Getting such a high on, loving what I do,]
I'm so full of happiness, my hope's on something new,

[Each day on earth is a day that's worth remembering] (remembering, remembering).

(ding-a-ling)
[My pot is filled with flowers, my grass is bright and green,]
My tears brewing in my cup, and still I make the scene.
[But just don't try to change me, I love the world I found,]

I've got to fly my own sweet way, and don't you shoot me down. [hahaha]

(remembering, remembering).

(a ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling).
Don't pity me, I'm glad to be a ding-a-ling, [a ding-a-ling], (ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling).
( ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling).
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, (ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling).
Ha ha ha, that's silly.(ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling).