text: Walking in the park just the other day, baby
  What dya, what dya think I saw?
  Crowds of people sitting on the grass
  With flowers in their hair said, Hey, boy, do you wanna score
  Do I wanna score?
  I really dont know what time it was, whoa-ho-ho
  So I asked em if I could stay a while
  I didnt notice but it had got very dark and I was really
  Ooh yes, I was really outta my mind
  Just then, a policeman stepped up to us
  Asked us, said, please, please, hey
  Would we get, get in line, get in line
  They asked us to stay for tea and have some fun
  Ho-ho-ho, he said that his friends would all stop by
  Really dont you take a good look at yourself
  And describe what you see
  And baby, baby, baby, do ya like it?
  There you sit, sittin spare like a book on a shelf
  Ohhhh, youre not rustin baby, you aint tryin to fight it
  I really dont care if theyre comin, whoa-ho-ho
  I believe that its all a state of mind
  If you go down in the streets today, baby, you better
  Oooh, you better open your eyes, you know what Im talkin about
  Folk down there really dont care, dont care
  Really dont, which, a-which way the pressure lies
  A-thats a lot of pressure
  So Im packin my bags for the Misty Mountains
  Where the spirits soar now
  Over the hills where the spirits fly
  I gotta get there, I gotta get there
  Ohhhhh, rock it
  I really dont know, know, know, know, know, know, know
  I really dont know, know, know, know
  I really dont know, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhh-oh-oh