Let's revive the hula hoop
But I'll leave you with a little for thought
The universe is runnin' away
I've got to take my lunch break
Who got sold and bought
As a day old sticky bun
For our brains to figure it out
Like spiders in your underwear
Things are getting serious as cholesterol
What if life is just a cosmic joke
Publishers: SONY/ATV ACUFF ROSE MUSIC, WORDFARMER MUSIC
A whole lot more around
I want music in the music
And a big ol' water gun
For our brains to figure it out
Would you join me in a cup of herbal tea?
There's this new stuff called dark energy
They say it's not that simple
I want caffeine in my system
I still believe in rock 'n' roll
My life can get as messy
Maybe it's all too simple
Songwriters: Taft Baker, Jimmy Buffett, Larry Laprise, Charles Macak, Mac Mcanally
I heard it on the news just the other day
Greedy piggies at the trough
Or olives in your coke?
Is all it really is about?
What if the hokey-pokey
Arrogance and ignorance, just to top it off
But our heads are in the oven
There really, really isn't
For our brains to figure it out
What if the hokey-pokey
And the Big Bang sound
And somebody's 'bout to strike a match
Maybe it's all too simple
So I arm myself with punch lines
I just can't keep up with the Nasdaq
It's time to change the subject
But just maybe it should be
It's some elemental mystery
Train that we can't catch
Is all it really is about?
Is all it really is about?
I want chicken in the soup
Permutations, calculations
What if the hokey-pokey
It pays my bills and soothes my soul
Except for Frank Sinatra
We can't measure and we can't see
Maybe it's all too simple
Meanwhile back on our big round ball