Rock yourself on the ocean



In the middle of the week
In the middle of the day
In the middle of the summer
In the middle of the bay
Boots kicked off, feet out to dry
Lying on a cotty, counting clouds in the sky
Through 'er down and take a break
To hell with profits you won't make
Take 'er slack, cause you deserve
To rock yourself on the ocean


We work like devils from nine till five
So that we can have eight wheels to drive
Tubes with color, plastic bread
Waves in our oven and water in our bed
Frantically driven to complete
Pile 'er up, take more to eat
No time to play or cross the bay
Or stop and smell the ocean


In the middle of the city
With a racket and a roar
Caged like a rat on the 15th floor
Trying to make a living
Putting papers in a pile
Tryin' to fid someone with a genuine smile
Life was never meant to be lived in a box
We need a little freedom like a gull and a fox
So take the chance whenever you can,
To rock yourself on the ocean