Track Title:               Walkin' On The Sun

Album Title:               Fush Yu Mang
Prime Artist:              Smashmouth
Producer:                  Eric Valentine
Written by:                Smashmouth
It ain't no joke, I'd like to buy the world a toke;
And teach the world to sing in perfect harmony;
And teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars;
Hey I know it's just a song, but it's spice for the recipe.
This is a love attack, I know it went out but it's back.
It's just like any fad: it retracts before impact.
And just like fashion it's a passion for the with it and hip.
If you got the goods they'll come and buy it [them (2)]
just to stay in the clique.

So don't delay, act now supplies are running out;
Allow, if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive.
And if you follow there may be a tomorrow;
But if the offer is shun you might as well be walkin' on the sun.
Twenty-five years ago, they spoke out and they broke out
Of recession and oppression and together they toked.

And they folked out with guitars around a bonfire;
Just singin' and clappin'--man what the hell happened?
Some were spellbound, some were hellbound,
Some they fell down, and some got back up and
Fought back 'gainst the melt down.
And their kids were hippie chicks--all hypocrites--
Because fashion is smashin' the true meaning of it.

It ain't no joke when a mama's handkerchief is soaked;
With her tears because her baby's life has been revoked.
The bond is broke up, so choke up, and focus on the close up;
Mr. Wizard can't perform no godlike hocus-pocus.
So don't sit back, kick back, and watch the world get bushwhacked:
News at 10:00, your neighborhood is under attack.
Put away the crack before the crack puts you away.
You need to be there when your baby's old enough to relate