Mississippi

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 dig 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 providencial 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