I run a little insurrection that moves in the direction that
beauty is beauty in spite of perfection,
see the crosses at the roadside
the thorn bush is a blazing in bloom
Put your feet in the sand, a lukewarm beer in your hand
momma let down your hair,
yes, I chipped a tooth, no need to call home,
I don't have to be anywhere,
We can hear the bossanova
we can sway the night away
the steps of the dance are best left up to chance
Better Beautiful then Perfect anyway
and while the moon wanes and waxes death and taxes
are lurking out there
Life is grand, love is real,
Beauty is Everywhere.
And so the clear blue sky no, she never made a sound
can you hear the bossanova?
let us sway the night away