When you say “I love you, dear,”
And the ocean’s calm and clear
And the breezes all are balmy,
I know that soon
There’ll be a typhoon
Or, so help me God, a tsunami.

Making waves,
Why must you always be making waves
When there is peace and harmony?
Making waves,
You’re like a ship full of galley slaves
Whose oars keep stirring up the sea.

Making waves,
Why must you always start making waves
Whenever pleasant times arrive?
Making waves,
You always cherish the closest shaves---
I guess they make you feel alive.

Tranquility is quite an art,
And when we’re just about to get it,
You take a look at the apple cart
And the only thing to do is upset it.

You could be coaching
The Atlanta Braves---
The way you keep on
Making waves.

At every turn, there's an obstruction
Which sheer perversity brings---
I've never seen such a production
Over the tiniest things.

Making waves,
Why must you always be making waves,
Creating so much needless strife?
Making waves,
The very moment that someone craves
A little quiet in his life.

Tranquil seas
Were meant to only delight and please,
But they cause you to lose your wits;
A scene serene---
And there you are with your wind machine
To blow serenity to bits.

Too much rain and sleet and squall
Make certain people suicidal,
But you spot a wave that is nice and small
And you're not satisfied until it's tidal.

I can see dead folk rising
From their graves---
The moment you start
Making waves.
 
 
 
 

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