Can you feel it?

Making waves

The bubbles churn

And curls turn

On a perm that doesn't fade.

Like the wheels on a motorcade

Like the star of a float parade

Like it's time to celebrate

Like grandma's herbs that smell so great.

Can you feel it?

It's in your bones

Clock ticks; an annoying german

On a cellular telephone.

Like the thought of getting old

In a cemetery home

Those are things I shoulda known

I'll find the wave or ride alone.