Life's A Trippy Thing - Frank Sinatra, Nancy Sinatra

Getting to it naturally, really getting there,

I’m so full of happiness, my hope’s on something new,

(remembering, remembering).

(ding-a-ling)

My tears brewing in my cup, and still I make the scene.

I’ve got to fly my own sweet way, and don’t you shoot me down.

(remembering, remembering).

(a ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling).

Don’t pity me, I’m glad to be a ding-a-ling,, (ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling).

(ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling).

Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, (ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling).

Ha ha ha, that’s silly.(ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling).