Continental Breakfast

Intro: | Verse You won't believe what I coulda told ya But I don't believe I've the balls to let you know I can say that 'cause I'm a man But I feel like a little boy... today I cherish my intercontinental friendships We talk it over continental breakfast In a hotel in East Bumble-wherever Somewhere on the sphere, around here I cherish my intercontinental friendships Not much very big on enemies So I kick a can way up into the sun, man But it falls down into a ravine I don't mean to even think about it that way, but I do Watchin' the waves come in at night From my back porch stoop, porch swing swingin' on its own See it's just an inhabitant of some holy ghost Instrumental x3 Verse I walk like a bruised ego along shorefront property un-owned to me But I'm feelin' inferior on the interior don't ya see Guarded and sentimental (and after all, its just a rental) (Like better luck performin' telekinesis on a priestess) You won't believe what I mighta, coulda told ya But I wouldn't wanna leave ya trippin' out over it OK, more-so me, but... (or just me) Watchin' the waves come in at night From my back porch stoop, porch swing swingin' on its own See it's just an inhabitant of some holy ghost Instrumental I cherish my intercontinental friendships We talk it over continental breakfast In a hotel in East Bumble-wherever Somewhere on the sphere, around here