Observe that this is NOT the Jamaican reggae-band. This is a 60s garage band from Tacoma, Washington. Intro: E------------------------| B------------------------| G------------------------| D--------3-1--1---1-2-3--| X2 A-3-3--3--------3--------| E------------------------| F Ab BAbF Ab Ab Out, runnin' around Seein' every crazy sight F Ab BAbF Ab Ab A lady in a evenin' gown Made from a paper kite Bb Db EDBb Db EDb We asked her why She wore such a crazy gown F Ab BAF Ab Bb Ab She said if ya wanna fly Ya gotta get off the ground G C G Bb Don't know what we hear an' see Hey, we gotta be... F Bb Out of our tree F Bb Out of our tree F Bb F (break) Out of our tree Repeat intro once Ran a little ways more/And we happened to meet A man building a door/Right in the middle of the street We asked him why/He did such a crazy thing He said if ya wanna get by/The doorbell ya hafta ring Don't know what we hear an' see/Hey, we gotta be... Out of our tree Out of our tree Out of our tree Repeat intro once (Then we saw(?)) a cat/Diggin' through a garbage can Out jumped a rat/A dog an' the garbage man Now everything we see/We don't try to figure out We know that it just can't be/But it's happenin' without a doubt Don't know what we hear an' see/Hey, we gotta be... Out of our tree Out of our tree Out of our tree Bass solo and some more "Out of our tree"