[Verse I]
Sitting listening to Stevie Martin comedy
Chilling with them windows down, someone tries calling me
Voice is not monotonous, sounds almost like God and see
He's filing through piles of the miles that I've walked today
Asking if he wants to hang but schedule is over banged
Theories that I'm hearing have been steering me against the praying
Starting up the engine turn the wheel towards Sarnia
Practice got me sneezing and wheezing breathing in pollen drops
As Cotter gets too “Cotter” hot, boiling in water pots
Foiling the counterplots as all my algebra forgotten
But we lay upon the mattress
Sleeping perpendicular to the door's axis
Access granted planted in the wooden ground
Spirited away ears peeling to the soot in sound
[Verse II]
Whispering to slithering in synchronizing timidly
Contrary to Irish sailing Vikings are pillaging
Really on their k**ing sprees, crawling over centipedes
Bugging for their chance to be the last one to dance
Back to the storyline, more important than what's in mind
Yankee blue hues consume the room and soon in time
Dressing up for the last Winterfest
Should've retitled that sh** a sinnerfest
And I wonder am I still gonna be the best
To come out 55987 heaven repping Chi Ro crest
Zoom ahead to Graduation day
Say them salutations save allegories to later dates
Find it harder to yell siyanara to the Cotter sauna throng
And split the squads up like me and Abba, sorry father
Major stages of the waning moon fading soon
Second time around what will I say to you?
Gratitude to you for shoeing through the doom and gloom
Including fumes spewing from epidemical choo choos
Moving back to Edgeview
Looking at my thoughts at twenty four I never meant to
Before you get to be the chef sous
First you gotta take words from them fools that test food
And even though it rambles on and on
Candles flicker on for a second and then a poof be gone
Should we let bygones be bygones and watch others
Fake it to make it and call them icons
It's like they're all following Simon
But what if Simon dies on? Who they rely on?
Who's gonna call the shots?
Brick laying bartending and patients cots
[Verse III]
Patience is a virtue
What makes you stronger claims to hurt you
Reach double life when they turn two
Angels have wings so I think we are birds too
Slipping falling off the cliff of earth
Diving from a standstill for what it's worth
And when I die, the color burst
God is saving pews from me and you in his mother church
Lying cold as an icicle
Feel a tear from your eye trickle
From a bird's eye view, I giggle
As them two year olds laugh at Stevie as they ride with you
[Outro - Steve Martin]
If I had one wish that I could wish this holiday season, it would be for all the children of the world to join hands and sing together in the spirit of harmony and peace
If I had two wishes that I could wish for this holiday season, the first would be for all the children of the world to join hands and sing in the spirit of harmony and peace.. and the second would be for $30 million a month to be given to me