| Sometimes I imagine myself as a drifter, |
| Seeker of fortunes, connoisseur of great wines. |
| Dashing through meadows of yellow and green, |
| Trying to catch the impossible dream, |
| Leavin' the straight life behind. |
| Sometimes my thoughts may find me in Mexico, |
| Drinkin' tequila goin' out of my mind. |
| Havin' a ball on a couple 'a bob, |
| Treatin' the ladies to corn on the cob, |
| Leavin' the straight life behind. |
| Suddenly all my silly thoughts disappear, |
| She comes to me softly with crackers and beer, |
| Winkin' and blinkin' and blowin' in my ear, |
| Runnin' away with my mind. |
| It’s great to be in love, |
| I’m not really thinkin' of |
| Leavin' the straight life behind |
| I’m just playin' a game in my mind. |
| Once in a while in my mind I go bummin', |
| Goin' to nowhere, with no worry of time |
| Runnin' along chasin' after a train, |
| Hummin' a song in the sun and the rain, |
| Leavin' the straight life behind. |
| I can just see me on a tropical island, |
| Ridin' the surf and drinkin' coconut wine. |
| Havin' me fun with the girls in the sand, |
| Chasin' the sun through an innocent land, |
| Leavin' the straight life behind. |
| Suddenly all my silly thoughts disappear, |
| She comes to me softly with crackers and beer, |
| Winkin' and blinkin' and blowin' in my ear, |
| Runnin' away with my mind. |
| It’s great to be in love, |
| I’m not really thinkin' of |
| Leavin' the straight life behind, |
| I’m just playin' a game in my mind. |