She said she wanted more of that stuff
The stuff that makes your heart go pitter-pat
The stuff that makes everything turn blue and green
She said that she preferred it like that
Give it up. Hey!
Give it up oo-oh!
Give it up, hey!
She said that?
Too many people starving and fighting
Too many salesmen, too many factories
But she likes getting high cos it's pretty
Give it up. Hey!
Give it up oo-oh!
Give it up, hey!
Give it up
Give it up. Hey!
Give it up oo-oh!
Give it up, hey!
