Gas Lamps and Clay

I was out at the old mill pile

People go today

What I saw was a small gas lamp

And pots made out of clay

When I wiped off a little dust

Smoke began to rise

Out of a cloud came a frightful sight

Of people one in charge

And they sang

La, la, la, la, la, la...

When I sat down beside the lamp

I couldn't believe my eyes

They were blowing a bubble pipe

Huh, 'bout two times their size

As they sang

La, la, la, la, la, la...

It's fun just to be, be what you want

So we are singing a happy song

It's fun to be, be what you wanna

So we are singing a happy song

It's fun to be, be what you wanna

So we are singing a happy song oh

It's fun to be, be what you want

So we are singing a happy song

It's fun to be, be what you want

So we are singing a happy song

It's fun to be, be what you want

So we are singing a happy song.