SOFT MACHINE - HIBOU, ANEMONE AND BEAR Lyrics

In the spring, I think of sex and means to endsSummertime, I like to sit upon the grassAutumn nights I go to parties with my friendsWinter time is when I think about the pastBut of course I do all those things all year 'roundI mean, all the good things are there to be foundIt's all here, pick-a-back and get to workIf you don't, your life will surely go berserkOr indeed be bored to death, which is worse?If something's not worth sayingNot worth sayingNot worth sayingSay it...