The waves in my ocean
Are so curl free
Whirling into the bay
With a sprig of laurel
Hold out your hand
Time moves faster than waves
Tuesday is Monday's son
Out on the ocean
Oh to be curl free
Might be high for a while
Sheep in a field
Beside a for sale sign
Might be here for a while
Tuesday is Monday's son
No more bluey, bounce the signal off the storm cloud