Some are beavers, some are people...
And most don't really understand, most don't really understand...
Some are beavers, some are people...
And most don't really understand, most don't really understand...

Most don't really understand...
Most don't really understand...
Most don't really understand...
Most don't really understand...

Some are beavers, and some are people, yeah!
Ya can't really understand that
Some are beavers, and some are people, woo-woo!
How could you ever understand that, man?
They think they get it, they think they got it
But nah let me blow your mind, twist your cap
You know space? What the heck is that?
Well let me tell you that space is just an extension of yourself
Space is just a dimension of yourself
Space is just comprehension of yourself
You need space for the tension in yourself
Where are you, as you sit right now?
You must be somewhere, to exist somehow
Whats inside you? Whats responsible for that look on your face?
Let me tell you it's space...
I'll tell you it's space...
You know it's space...

Space mama do me good tonight, space mama do me good tonight
Space mama do me good tonight, space mama do me good tonight
Alright!

(solo)

Space mama do me good tonight, well do me long time space mama
Universe mama gonna show me the ways of the world, tonight
Woo!

Some are beavers, and some people!
You cant really understand that, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-nah!

Rippin' and a skippin' like a minnow in the river
Susquehanna wit' yo mama, catchin' tuna on a canoe
Hock at me I'll lock you in a rock up in Chautauqua
Yo hablo con Jorgito, necesito mucha agua
Pappy's down the road in a jalopy popin' poppy seeds
Cruisin' past the stoppers, coppers crackin' down on acid droppers
Baller all are things, some are beavers
Tall like cedars, small like skeevers
We be eaters, feeders, bleeders, breeders, breathers,
And beasts like golden retrievers, whaddap? ha-ha-ha
Super-duper paratrooper, smack a pair of hooters
While I smoke a blooper on the pooper, call em all cooper
Then I call em rupert,
My duder's got the über-stupor in a box of newports, wasup?
I said butt-fuckin' animals,
Shrooms take you to another level, who's the cannibal
Whaddama gonna do? I can't handle this, cannabis
I'm rich with the piff, Kahlúa with Swiss Miss
Not like those other fellas sellin' eighths of portobellas
Nah! Cassidy Shack-man he ain't that type of dealer
Shack-man Kid's up there with shaman healers...
Spread your feelers y'all...

Some are beavers, some are people...
And most don't really understand, most don't really...
Understand...