Drivin’ at night—feel I’m dozin’ off (hm)
“Better pop a thought to try and stay alert”
Dry your eyes (hm?)—I’m homin’ Christ
“Wetter to have a stone from which to exert”

Legs up, surf’s high (whoa)
Now I’m playin’ volleyball just to stay alive?
“It’s a ‘privilege,’” to be here (“Be where, Colson”)
It’s a privilege to be beached on Earth
(Say what now?)
It’s a privilege to be ripe with mirth
(“Okay, Jesus”)

I look up and it’s really happenin’
My Porsche is gone and now I’m really stragglin’
“Ironic are the forms, that betray evidencе of fiction
For forms can’t be written—and yes, my еlegance is a diction”
I wave at the weak snortin’ yayo
Shrug at the hypocrite-frauds (just say “Hey yo”)
I’m not “I care THIS much about what anything’s like?!”
I’m Hot Young Observer
Just call me “Beach Bum Plato”

Now the highway around me’s ripplin’ (hm?)
Into stranding colors that I can’t make out
Divine your doubt—I’m domin’ Christ
To keep awake, I messianically shout:
“I AM THE SECOND COMING OF JESUS CHRIST
WHAT RIGHT DOES TRAFFIC HAVE TO EXIST HERE”
Traffic in Houston—it’s after five
I serve a squeaker just to reduce my gear
It’s a privilege to be beached on Earth
(“Say what now?”)
It’s a privilege to be forever at one with mirth
(“Okay, Jesus”)

I look up and it’s really happenin’
My Porsche is gone and now I’m really stragglin’
“Moronic are the timelines, that can’t do shit with this song
Love how all your theories finally got us here”
(To psecular psalms)
I wave at the meek hoardin’ “Hey hos”
Shrug at the hypocrites in the Ivy League (just say “Hi bro”)
I’m not “I care THIS much about what anything’s like?!”
I’m Hot Young Observer
Just call me “Beach Bum Plato”

Legs up, hairy (rub a lil’ sand off ’em)
I’m havin’ so much fun
I’m like cold wind, clingin’ to your wet skin
My how you’re toasted by sun
The Second Comin’
Doin’ Final Judgment Day
Would feel like weavin’ a car through a cryptic cliffside
Come reader (“come alive”)
Come one for all, stay for life
He’s just an angry noir young existential detective
Now stuck in traffic
He’s just a petty boudoir-friendly metaphysical relic
He doesn’t care how you wack it
The philosopher-moon
Doin’ Objective Morality Day
Would feel like weavin’ a Porsche through a cryptic cliffside
Come reader (“come alive, alive”)
Come one for all, stay for life

[spoken]
“Why do you do this if you know we’re all going to die?”

[spoken]
“It’s called a cosmic joke, living bundle of timeless curiosities!”

Drivin’ at night, traffic make me dozey dim (hm?)
“Better pop a thought to try and stay alert”
Try as I might—(hm?)—I’m the return of Christ
“Wetter to have a stone from which to exert”

Legs up—surf’s high (whoa)
Now I’m playin’ beach volleyball just to stay alive
“It’s a ‘privilege,’” to be here (“Be where, Colson”)
It’s a privilege to be beached on Earth
(Say what now?)
It’s a privilege to be leavened by mirth
(“Okay, Jesus”)
I look up and it’s really happenin’
My Porsche is gone and now I’m really stragglin’
“Moronic are the timelines, that can’t do shit with this song
Love how all your theories finally got us here”
(To psecular psalms)
I wave at the meek hoardin’ “Hey hos”
Shrug at the hypocrites in the Ivy League (just say “Hi bro”)
I’m not “I care THIS much about what anything’s like?!”
I’m Hot Young Observer
Just call me “Beach Bum Plato”

Just call me “Beach Bum Plato”
(It’s a privilege to be beached on Earth)
Just call me “Beach Bum Plato”
(It’s a privilege to be beached by mirth)

All right, finally
Finally, folks, traffic’s movin’
Thank you
Thanks for lettin’ the Second Comin’ through
Thank you everybody