[Part I]



Well I'm a secret lemonade drinker a free thinker 

I stay focused but not blinkered 

And these snapshot memories in my mind 

Legacies from another time 

And I find 

That as the days pass the colours fade 

But the images remain 



[Part II]



Grazed knees, page three's 

BMX, Atari's 



Dayglo, Velcro 

Yoyo's, Beano's 



Hip hop, don't stop 



Starwars figures, football stickers 

Cola bottles, Jerry Cottles 



Fat laces, dirty faces 

Kiss chases, Wacky Races 



Herbie Hancock, Kurtis Blow 

Roxanne Shanté, UFO 



Hip hop 

Don't stop 



[Part III]



Everything's in slow motion 

Hands in the air 

Sweat flying everywhere 

But we don't care 

Well you could try to fight the feeling 

But I can't see the use 

There's so much love in this room 

And yes its all drug induced 

Can't remember who I am 

Or what I'm doing here 

But at the same time 

In my mind 

Everything is clear 

No fear and no drama 

It's all good karma 

And I never can forget 

The night before the morning after 



[CHORUS]



Sun up to sun down 

Come up to come down 

Just waiting for Friday to come around 

Sun rise to sun set 

How high can we get 

Monday morning and none of us have slept yet 



Well there's more to life than this 

Of that I'm fully aware 

But there's nothing more intense 

Than crazy nights we shared 

We got bass for the body 

Chemicals for the head 

Every day lives 

Were like a skin we shed 

Well you could try to fight the feeling 

But I can't see the use 

There's so much love in this room 

Of that we're living proof 

You could try to fight the feeling 

But I can't see the use 

It's a shame that in the end 

It was all drug induced 



[CHORUS x2]



[Part IV]



Even as I watch you 

All the rest seems to disappear 

You pull me in with your tractor beams 

And wrap me up in your wicked schemes 

My Sunday morning eyes observe 

Your Cadbury's skin uncurve 

And in tronic patterned Venetian light 

You moonwalk to the bathroom 

Well you move across my space without friction 

You're so unbelievable you must be fiction 

Or perhaps a premonition 

But as I listen 

I hear your footfall softly 

And all my troubles fall away from me 

So easily 

But so slowly 



[Part V]



All these memories in my mind 

I'm still a secret lemonade drinker