Before I was bornnI was breathing in goonI was thinking of lifenAnd what I would donnI considered a copnBut I already hated gunsnOr a famous mailmannBut have you ever heard of onennI could be a funny guynOn a TV shownBut I would end up being type castnWhen the ratings fell belownnMaybe I could start a bandnThat was dope and phatnBut I don't have enough talentnTo do something like thatnn'Cause life is heaven sentnAnd maybe I could be presidentnI could fix the world problemsnIn my sixteen year termnnAnd my teachings would benSomething required to learnnnAnd the world wouldnBuild a shrine to menAnd my face would be displayednOn all the currencynnBut I wasn't born yetnSo it wasn't time to gloatnSo until it's my birthdaynI'll just relax here and floatnnSo life goes onnAnd I'll end it on that notenAnd until my dying daynI'll just breeze right throughnAnd floatnnPiece by piecenAnd bit by bitnYou only live the lifenThat you make of itnnSo occasionalynI will rock the boatnMaking tiny wavesnAs I breeze right throughnAnd floatnnLate night TVnAnd I'm watching Chuck NorrisnIn a movie where he's a ninjanKicking satan for the lordnI know he's going to winnnBut I sit and watchnAnd he gets the jump on satannWith a kick to the crotchnnSo he's pushing to the limitnAnd I start to fall asleepnI guess I should feel guiltynBut the thought I'm going to keepnnSo I try to stay awakenAs I clear my throatnBut the sleep always winsnTo slumberland I floatnnNow the song is almost overnSo let's recapnTo all of those who weren'tnListening in the backnnBut I wasn't born yetnSo it wasn't time to gloatnSo until it's my birthdaynI'll just relax here and floatnnSo life goes onnAnd I'll end it on that notenAnd until my dying daynI'll just breeze right throughnAnd floatnnPiece by piecenAnd bit by bitnYou only live the lifenThat you make of itnnSo occasionalynI will rock the boatnMaking tiny wavesnAs I breeze right throughnAnd float