What If Tee's Badsy not Banksy > GOLDEN YEAR'S > FUZZY LOGIC 1996
First time, I did it for the hell of it. Stuck it on the back of my tongue and then swallowed it. Second time, things are getting easier. Blow me down, this wind's getting breezier.
Third time lucky, maybe feeling fuzzy. Oh my god, we're getting hippy dippy. Five, six, seven, man I'm in heaven. And I'm growing my beard before it gets sheared.