I don't wanna know the answers to the universal questions
I don't need that extra existential transcendental tension
I just wanna be a river, baby, spillin' to the ocean
Would you be a river with me, honey?
Be my little Mississippi
And I could get all up in arms
And I could battle with frustration
About all the mystery surrounding reason for creation
But I soon wanna be a river, baby, giving to the ocean
Would you be a river with me?
Maybe we could be the old Euphrates, yeah
So we won't be staying all that dry
That's fine by me, I'd take a water slide
Just float with me down a mountainside
Yeah, it's gonna be alright
I just wanna be a river, baby, giving to the ocean
I could place a thousand words upon some designated insert
I could probe the ancient proverbs for a providential advert
But instead I'm gonna be a river baby, just giving to the ocean
Would you be a river with me?
Be my little Mrs Mississippi
