Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na Beneath the apple tree You come and squared your trouble Be my blues And you created There'd be a rather dirty thing by a lady You bet you merely went sliding snakes and saints Lying about his current disgrace Into morning crying About all the things I wished I watched about the life About the life Taking a ride, ride, yeah Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na Adventurer was hiding With nobody in sight Oh, when it crossed my mind, push You see me in the eye, die, I said die Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na