The Small Faces - Just Pa**ing lyrics

One and-a two and-a three and-a four and-a This feeling of spring like the wing of a bird that is flying The nights they go cold as my mind does go old and I'm looked at A Inspected, hated, accepted The wise men they wrangle, their minds look for angles and meaning (meaning!) But the ceiling is light as I glide through the night and I'm leaving Living, being, mmm - mmm - mmm