Cruising through my iPod today.
It’s the short version – otherwise known as the We are not going to assume that you are zonked to the gills on primo Mexican marijuana while playing this album and thus completely divested of any sense of time passing version.
Not that I would know anything about that sort of thing, of course.
No, it doesn’t actually mean anything. I don’t think that it’s supposed to mean anything. It’s just supposed to be pretty words that rhyme. Either that, or you need to smoke copious amounts of marijuana before listening to it.
Not that I’d know anything about that, of course.