Naked as a jay bird, long hair and moustache From hot pool to cold, he was hangin’ out at the baths Makin’ sounds underwater, this far-out dude Bellowin’ and snortin’ like some kinda didgeridoo Will Scarlett, harmonica man Brown bowler hat, harmonica in hand He’ll blow you a tune at the drop of his hat He knows what to do with his sharps and his flats Later in the garden, bowler hat and checkered vest On a bench by the Buddha in Spring colors dressed Harmonics and overtones spilled from his harpoon Poppies and daisies blowin’ around him in tune I saw him at dinner in line for some food I took the snapper , he chose the tofu Sat down with him to eat, we talked about sound I hooked him up with Lance to do a meditation round Lance and the Scarlett man got lost in a jam A case of harmonicas, harmonious man They whipped up some blues, works of their own Scored a gig for the future, the seeds had been sown Lyrics Copyright © 3/15/03 Rick Cannon; Music Copyright © 2/25/21 Craig Catanese