Im gonna write a song on the count of three
Im gonna do it right on the count of three
One, two, three
Oh, it looks like you believed me
One time I put too much change in the laundry machine
The laundry machine, oh, the laundry was clean
Well, I guess that makes me one clean son of a gun, ooh ah
Hey, hey, hey, look at me, Im a crazy machine
I say what I mean, whenever I please
Well, I guess thats just my little way of chasing my dreams
It helps me get free, to say what I mean
Well, I guess that makes me one lean mean machine, ooh eh
But I know thats just the way its gotta be
There are miracles in Kansas, you can see them on TV
But how much do those folks get paid to say, what theyre seeing is a mystery
Im gonna sing a tune on the count of three
You can sing it too, if you please
If it makes you feel okay, then Ive done my job today
And maybe get some sleep at night
Im camped out in the yard
And Im staring at the stars
Thinkin about green leaves, green stems, green trees
Green automobiles, green flying machines
Girls in green-blue jeans
Ive been waiting so long just to find the girl for me
One who thinks and talks of crazy things just like me
But I aint gonna find her in Florida
No, I aint gonna find her in Houston, oh
No, I aint gonna find her in America
Im gonna write a song on the count of three
One, two, three
I think its complete