Happiness is Warm Florida Sand

Bury me right up to my neck
in the warm Florida sand,
          where I feel safe
          where I get a tan
Where no one can do nothing
to upset my feelings
as pure as this sand

in which I’m buried,
right up to my neck,
and from which I sprout,
like a tree, out of the hole
where I’ve put my head,
before I was buried right up to my neck
in the warm Florida sand
          where I feel safe
          where I get a tan
Where no one can do nothing
to upset my feelings, as pure
as this warm Florida sand