Here, we're on our way
Be there today
And there we'll stay
Fear, you understand
I made the sand
Bury your hand

Take time
Almost that you are
Made fine
Selma where you are

Wait a while for you
Gator gall for two
And I feel the red eye

Please, don't sing this wrong
This is your song
Don't think too long
We're already fine
So take your time
It's clear your mine

Take time
Almost that you are
Made fine
Selma where you are
Take a mile in two
Gator crawls to you
And I feel the red eye
You need the oak wine
A meal for old time