From the recording Santa Monica

Lyrics

I hear you’re cookin’ like a hippie chick…organic and freshly picked
You been bakin’ your bread with bran…you been datin’ patchouli man
I hear you meditate day and night…insense and candlelight
You cross your legs before you start…I don’t make it quite that hard

I say my prayers in the tub! I bless m’kids and all my friends
And I know I’d be a better man, if you’d come home to me again!
I tend t’focus on my rubber duck…how the last six months have sucked
I think a lot about the woman I love, when I’m prayin’ in the tub

I hear massage school might be next…kneadin’n muscles an’ twistin’ necks
Playin’ new age music too….when your past life gets to you
I hear you meditate night and day..ya got a buddah and a bell to play
You like t’follow your psychic path…I prefer to wait for a bath

I say my prayers in the tub! I stretch out and count my sins
And I know I’d be a better man…if you’d come home to me again
I remember to help the weak…And how to turn the other cheek!
I think a lot about the woman I love…when I’m prayin’ in the tub

Solo

I hear you meditate night and day…. And I miss you everyway
I know you don’ wanna be here now…but I’m wishin’ for it anyhow

I say my prayers in the tub!, and if I find the soap
I take it as a sign that there might be a little piece of hope
I have cleaned up my act, and I pray your heart will see
You will find a better man if God would send you back to me