Lyrics to Going For My Blue Belt
Well I was going for my blue belt on the day that she left me
A white-robed instructor, looking like Warren Beatty
On the set of "Shampoo", saying "What's up with you?
Your chops have all gone missing, that's not jiu-jitsu"
I said it's easy to be funny
But won't you cut me some slack, because my baby just left me
Standing there
Running my fingers through my hair
All will be revealed in the fullness of time
Cos it's gonna change my life
When I cross over the white line
Going for my blue belt
Now there's a time in your life when you know where it's at
You can't face looking forward, you don't wanna look back
The eternal now, I swear I've got to learn how
To squeeze another udder on the sacred cow
I got no time to be missing you
Cos if I work the body then the mind will surely follow
Standing there...
Like Ralph Macchio in "The Karate Kid"
I must choose the life I want to live
I've got to dig within, I've got to find the inner man
Chopping planks of wood with my soft right hand
Got to feel every nuance, every sinew, every nerve
Got to be one man in the name of love
Cos there's a branch of Cartesian philosophy
When the mind tells the body "Now, drop and give me 20!"
Going for my blue belt...
A white-robed instructor, looking like Warren Beatty
On the set of "Shampoo", saying "What's up with you?
Your chops have all gone missing, that's not jiu-jitsu"
I said it's easy to be funny
But won't you cut me some slack, because my baby just left me
Standing there
Running my fingers through my hair
All will be revealed in the fullness of time
Cos it's gonna change my life
When I cross over the white line
Going for my blue belt
Now there's a time in your life when you know where it's at
You can't face looking forward, you don't wanna look back
The eternal now, I swear I've got to learn how
To squeeze another udder on the sacred cow
I got no time to be missing you
Cos if I work the body then the mind will surely follow
Standing there...
Like Ralph Macchio in "The Karate Kid"
I must choose the life I want to live
I've got to dig within, I've got to find the inner man
Chopping planks of wood with my soft right hand
Got to feel every nuance, every sinew, every nerve
Got to be one man in the name of love
Cos there's a branch of Cartesian philosophy
When the mind tells the body "Now, drop and give me 20!"
Going for my blue belt...
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