La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la
La, la-la-la-la
People who have bad times write hard luck songs
But when their days are green
They think about love, sunshine, flowers in a garden
Did I bump you, sir? I′m beggin' your pardon
Have you seen such a day? Let′s begin it by startin'
And rollin' down the hills with me
People who have short hair write short hair songs
But when their hair gets long
They think about winding it around in daisy chains
Waitin′ for the showers just to wash it in the rain
Have you seen such hair? Well, let the wind play
As you′re rollin' down the hills with me
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la
La, la-la-la-la
People who have no hills write songs about plains
But if that′s not what you wanna do
Well, you can jump aboard a bus or boat or wooden canoe
I know just the mountain that's been waitin′ for you
To write songs about the peaks and the beautiful views
As you're rollin′ down the hills with me
With me (Me)
With me (Me)
Rollin' down (Rollin' down)
Rollin′ down (Rollin′, rollin', rollin′ down)
Rollin' down the hills (Rollin′, rollin'
Rollin′ down the hills, rollin' down the hills)
Rollin' down the hills (Rollin′ down)
Rollin′ down (Rollin', rollin′, rollin' down)
Rollin′ down the hills with me
Roll (Roll)
Rollin' down
Writer(s): Carly E. Simon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
