Waterloo

People seem to be under the impression that I'm a sweet voice little snot

Barging into living rooms around the world whether they want it or not

But if you just look at the day, and look what you have 

I say, with perspective, its all good, so just be glad. 

Yes they think I'm a zambonie in the minds of all their youth

Turning truth into bullshit just by whispering something couth

But have they ever shut their mouths, smelt the pine in the air

The barbecue oozing out a fragrance debonair 

No! Because they haven't been to Waterloo 

No, they haven't been to Waterloo

Where it always make sense

Where you break apart the fence

And you realize its not just me or you. 

There's a groove throughout the galaxy that ovals your intentions

They think you're going nowhere, too dumb to ask for some directions 

But like Eminem, or Mark Twain, you're coming back around 

If they'd dance that groove away, in space they'd hear a sound 

A little girl asked me once 'What is it that you see?'

I said 'I see a little girl with a cow growing out her knee.'

She looked and she sighed 'You're a funny man, sometimes.

Now if you'd only see its all within your mind.' 

Yes! But she hasn't been to Waterloo 

No, she hasn't been to Waterloo

Where it always make sense

Where you break apart the fence

And you realize its not just me or you. 

If people'd only try to open a third of their third eye,

They'd see its not about me or you.