Drilling Holes

A man came to drill holes in the afternoon
And by the evening, most of the afternoon had gone
I seem to have slept through the morning
But in the afternoon, a mornin' is yet to come

A girl came to help out in the kitchen
And by the evening, we found we were all washed up
We ate on the lawn with the insects
We burned incense, most of the band turned up

It was just one of those days
When the mind strays
One of those days
When everyone plays
One of those days
When everyone stays
And all of the dreaming goes on

A woman arrived in a panic
With a picnic, better to give than receive
A man came to pick holes in the logic
He wore plastic and shoes you would hardly believe
The evenin' arrived, slightly early
Like a pygmy, chewin' the wrong kind of leaves

It was just one of those days
When the mind strays
One of those days
When everyone plays
One of those days
When everyone stays
And all of the dreaming goes on

We ordered extra tea
Listened to XTC
Under a shady tree
Went back to bed at three
It was cool as can be
Two sugars for me

It was just one of those days
One of those days
One of those days
One of those days
One of those days
When everyone stays
And all of the dreaming goes on
One of those days