I've always been a dreamer,
Hit the floor a-runnin',
But I don't forget to pray.
Joy-Joy is a comer.
Soon, she gonna happen
A thinker with a lot to say.
It's a groove, this life.
My dear friend is a drinker,
Tanned and alcoholic,
His balls are bleachin' in the sun.
Mackie is a schemer,
Says he got some music,
Couldn't get arrested with a gun.
It's a groove, this life.
Oh, it's a groove, whoa.
Is it rich enough?
Is it strange enough?
Is it full enough, this life?
Oh, oh, ohhhh.
Do we bitch enough?
Do we change enough?
Is it full enough, this life?
Frankie is a driver.,
Passed the age of reason,
Used to be a Green Beret.
What's up with the summer,
Boom and then it's over,
Go ahead and make my day, hey, hey.
It's a groove, this life.
It's a groove, oh, ohhh.
Is it rich enough?
Is it strange enough?
Is it full enough, this life.
Oh, Ohhhhh.
Do we bitch enough?
Do we change enough?
Is it full enough, this life,
Oh, ohhh, this life?
I get a vision with too much talk.
Lucky I can still walk the walk.
Got me runnin' from the devil now.
You try to make him into your friend.
Faster and faster you play,
Cause the closer you get to the day,
So close to the end.
Oh, oh, ohhhh.
Is it rich enough?
Is it strange enough?
Is it full enough, this life, oh, ohhh?
Do we bitch enough?
Do we change enough?
Is it full enough, this life, oh, ohhh?