[Verse 1]
The waves in my ocean are so curl-free
Whirling into the bay

[Chorus]
With a sprig of laurel, hold out your hand
Time moves faster than waves
Tuesday is Monday, son

[Verse 2]
Out on the ocean, oh, to be curl-free
Might be high for a while

[Chorus]
Sheep in a field beside a for-sale sign
Might be here for a while
Tuesday is Monday, son

[Outro]
No more bluey, that's the signal of the storm cloud