MASTER OF YOUR FATE
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If you swim out there in the ocean And you bump into a shark Nail him with a punch Or dude, you could be lunch And if your eye falls from its socket Don't gather up the slack The doctor is the one to put that eyeball back If you ever get caught in a disaster Simply declare yourself the master of your fate And if you're cleaning out your ear canal With a cotton swab You could compact the wax And make a tighter blob And if you order in a restaurant But they don't bring what you want Don't be non-chalant. demand your croissant If you ever get caught in a disaster 'Cause your girlfriend is calling you a bastard You better buy some flowers and blast her with a bouquet And should a giant meteor Be headed straight for planet Earth Bone up on religion And prepare for your rebirth And if you jump out of an airplane With a faulty parachute I guess the point is moot Give your final salute You'll almost always get out of a disaster Slipping on a cow patty in the pasture While your fly is wide open and you're plastered Well, you may be subjected to some laughter But you still can live happily ever after Once you declare yourself the master of your fate
Written by Scott Wheatley, Julene Jones Scott Wheatley: vocals, guitar, kazoo Larry Melton: bass Mark Merella: drums
MASTER OF YOUR FATE
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Written by Scott Wheatley, Julene Jones Scott Wheatley: vocals, guitar, kazoo Larry Melton: bass Mark Merella: drums
If you swim out there in the ocean And you bump into a shark Nail him with a punch Or dude, you could be lunch And if your eye falls from its socket Don't gather up the slack The doctor is the one to put that eyeball back If you ever get caught in a disaster Simply declare yourself the master of your fate And if you're cleaning out your ear canal With a cotton swab You could compact the wax And make a tighter blob And if you order in a restaurant But they don't bring what you want Don't be non-chalant. demand your croissant If you ever get caught in a disaster 'Cause your girlfriend is calling you a bastard You better buy some flowers and blast her with a bouquet And should a giant meteor Be headed straight for planet Earth Bone up on religion And prepare for your rebirth And if you jump out of an airplane With a faulty parachute I guess the point is moot Give your final salute You'll almost always get out of a disaster Slipping on a cow patty in the pasture While your fly is wide open and you're plastered Well, you may be subjected to some laughter But you still can live happily ever after Once you declare yourself the master of your fate