| Whatever Works (2006) | |
| Whatever Works Theres a kid jumpin up and down, got a stick in his hand Hes goin to poke an eye out but he just doesnt understand Make the best of it but what it is he dont know Life is what you make it, thats what they tell him, but what floats that boat As he figures it out He scratches his head Bein just a kid his thoughts wander And this is where they led Whatever works for you works for me Sittin at a table with the artists off to the side They all want to sell out but no one wants to buy In the clamor for justice for their voice to be heard All this noise comes down to just one word Is it yay or nay? The dogs must be fed Lets knock off for dinner Said Smokey and Fred Whatever works for you works for me Sittin at a traffic light lookin like a Christmas tree Wondering which way to turn as it blinks red to green This life Im leading is one endless cloverleaf And Ill be pushin up daisies before I get any relief I can flip a coin To go right or left When it comes to me in a flash of blue What really lies ahead Whatever works for you works for me Definitely may be Where theres a will theres a way When enveloped by worry In this thought theres some cachet Buddha was sittin by the shade of a baobab tree Relaxin and ruminatin as hes sippin on a Long Island Iced Tea lookin at the people there all holdin out their hands Strainin their ears for something they can understand He cleared his throat And he raised his head In a voice that poured out like cool water This is what he said Whatever works for you works for me | |