I was out at the old mill pile People go today What I saw was a small gas lamp And pots made out of clay When I wiped off a little dust Smoke began to rise Out of a cloud came a frightful sight Of people one in charge And they sang La, la, la, la, la, la... When I sat down beside the lamp I couldn't believe my eyes They were blowing a bubble pipe Huh, 'bout two times their size As they sang La, la, la, la, la, la... It's fun just to be, be what you want So we are singing a happy song It's fun to be, be what you wanna So we are singing a happy song It's fun to be, be what you wanna So we are singing a happy song oh It's fun to be, be what you want So we are singing a happy song It's fun to be, be what you want So we are singing a happy song It's fun to be, be what you want So we are singing a happy song.