Arboreal.
CHORUS:
Arboreal, arboreal - who doesn't wanna live in the trees.
Arboreal, arboreal - c'mon now baby swing with me, c'mon and swing with me.
When I was much younger only four feet in altitude -
I ascended in my backyard.
Up in trees with bark for skin and leaves for a haicut,
finding it was not very hard.
I built a little treehouse with a fridge and a firepole,
a tire swing a gym and a pool.
I'd rise above my troubles in my castle of wood and nails
to overcome my lessons from school.
Up there I saw that the branches were all that - up there I saw the whole world.
Up there I saw that the leaves could be so phat - up there I saw where we were.
CHORUS:
Arboreal, arboreal - who doesn't wanna live in the trees.
Arboreal, arboreal - c'mon now baby swing with me, c'mon and swing with me.
When we were much shorter with a tail prehensile,
and don't forget the thumbs on our feet.
Whole families would live up in a canopy penthouse,
that had to be the acme of sweet.
I'd like to write a letter to my brother the president
and tell him we should live in the trees.
I'd like to start a movement to the place where the creatures
cling together when the wind starts to breeze.
We'll all go up there and then we'll be aware - it's more fun to swing than to fly.
Once we start climbing we'll find it's sublime in a play where the leaves brush the sky.
CHORUS:
Arboreal, arboreal - who doesn't wanna live in the trees.
Arboreal, arboreal - c'mon now baby swing with me, c'mon and swing with
me.
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