Out of Our Tree Lyrics

Observe that this is NOT the Jamaican reggae-band.
This is a 60s garage band from Tacoma, Washington.
Intro:
Out, runnin' around Seein' every crazy sight
A lady in a evenin' gown Made from a paper kite
We asked her why She wore such a crazy gown
She said if ya wanna fly Ya gotta get off the ground
Don't know what we hear an' see Hey, we gotta be...
Out of our tree
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"