Observe that this is NOT the Jamaican reggae-band.
This is a 60s garage band from Tacoma, Washington.
Intro:
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B------------------------|
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D--------3-1--1---1-2-3--| X2
A-3-3--3--------3--------|
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F Ab Bb Ab F Ab Bb Ab
Out, runnin' around Seein' every crazy sight
F Ab Bb Ab F Ab Bb Ab
A lady in a evenin' gown Made from a paper kite
Bb Db Eb Db Bb Db Eb Db
We asked her why She wore such a crazy gown
F Ab Bb Ab F Ab Bb Ab
She said if ya wanna fly Ya gotta get off the ground
G C G Bb
Don't know what we hear an' see Hey, we gotta be...
F Bb
Out of our tree
F Bb
Out of our tree
F Bb F (break)
Out of our tree
Repeat intro once
Ran a little ways more/And we happened to meet
A man building a door/Right in the middle of the street
We asked him why/He did such a crazy thing
He said if ya wanna get by/The doorbell ya hafta ring
Don't know what we hear an' see/Hey, we gotta be...
Out of our tree
Out of our tree
Out of our tree
Repeat intro once
[Then we saw(?)] a cat/Diggin' through a garbage can
Out jumped a rat/A dog an' the garbage man
Now everything we see/We don't try to figure out
We know that it just can't be/But it's happenin' without a doubt
Don't know what we hear an' see/Hey, we gotta be...
Out of our tree
Out of our tree
Out of our tree
Bass solo and some more "Out of our tree"