Letra de This Is It

There was fresh butter melting on a waffle, Sky so blue that the clouds felt awful, Beavers swimming around their hut, And someone was building a mini putt. La la la la la la la (repeated) There was a river rippled like a chip, We went in for a skinny dip (hey, come on now!) Fish jumping for a flippety flip, oh, What is life? this is it, this is it, this is it, oh, this is it.