One, two

One, two, three, four

Everybody′s feeling groovy

Everybody's got tight pants on

′Cause everybody feels like they were

Just made by the creator

So come take a walk down my street

Keep your head up by the phone lines

You can see the world if you want to

Give it a try, open your eyes and feel free

Ahh, of my yellow pills

Ahh, of my yellow pills

Take a look around my street

Everybody's got their new wheels

They're still gonna chyme on the freeway

Everybody got the yellow pills

Just look at their happy faces

Lovin′ to the tape machine

Actin′ like they're drivin′ to heaven

Turn up the blind, I hit you with mine and feel free

Ahh, of my yellow pills

Ahh, of my yellow pills

Ahh, of my yellow pills

I'll always believe in your lies

You make me feel so alive

′Cause I don't love to be real

′Cause everybody's is feeling groovy

Everybody's cut their hair short

And everybody feels like they were

Just made by the creator

So come take a walk down my street

Keep your head up by the phone line

You can see the world if you want to

Give it a try, open your eyes and feel free

Ahh, of my yellow pills

Ahh, of my yellow pills

Oh, ahh, my yellow pills

Oh, ahh, my yellow pills