It is a fine bit of feeling that you just can't have.
If you never have felt it you never felt alive.
It is a juke-joint chain down an older road,
A pump giving in, passing along.

Take a trip up magic mountain.
Sing Whoa
Let the feeling free your soul
Take a drink, straight from the fountain
Sing whoa
A view from the top, stops you dead in your track,
The sun isn't moving, the future is in the past.

It is a wild kind of walkway up on back in the Woods,
Rolling in the grass ain't never felt so good.

I have proof from the forgotten wicked witch in the west,
I got my name but I passed the test.

Take a trip up magic mountain.
Sing Whoa
Let the feeling free your soul
Take a drink, straight from the fountain
Sing whoa
A view from the top, stops you dead in your track,
The sun isn't moving, the future is in the past.