Jason Mraz
Curbside Prophet lyrics
- Language
- English
- Level
- Intermediate
- Released
- 2002
- Genre
- Pop
- Length
- 3:35
I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket to come
I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket, ya'll
You see it started way back in NYC
When I stole my first rhyme from the M.I.C
At a west end avenue at 63
It's the beginning of a leap year, February '96
With a guitar picked up in the mix
I committed to the licks like a nickel bag of tricks
So well, look at me now, look at me now
Look at me now, now, now, now
I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket to come
I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket, ya'll, yeah
Well you're never, never gonna guess, where I've been, been, been
And I have no regrets that I bet my whole checking account
Because it all amounts to nothing up in the end
Well, you can only count on the road again
We'll soon be on the radio dial
And I been payin' close attention to the Willie Nelson style
Like a band of gypsies on the highway while
As I'm one man pushin' on the California skyline drive
Up the coast, I brag and I boast
Because I'm pickin' up my pace
And makin' time like space ghost
Raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most
Put my cruise control's on coast
'Cause I'm tourin' around the nation
On extended vacation see
I got Elsa the dog who exceeds my limitation
I say, I like your style, crazy pound pup!
You need a ride? Well come on, girl, hop in the truck!
I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket to come
I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket, ya'll
I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket to come on
I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket, ya'll
See, I'm a down-home brother, redneck undercover
With my guitar here, I'm ready to play
And I'm a sucker for a filly, got a natural ability
Geared to freestyle, look at my flexibility
Dangerous at the mike, my ghetto hat's cocked right
All the ladies say, "Yo, that kid is crazy"
The backstage Betties taking more than they can get
They say, what's up with M-R-A-Z?
Hey, hey, hey hey
Hey, something's different in my world today
Well, they changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow
Hey, hey, something's different in my world today
Well, they changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow
I'm just a curbside prophet (hey)
Curbside prophet now (something's different in my world today)
Curbside prophet now (well, they changed my traffic sign)
Curbside, oh, come on (to a brighter yellow)
I'm just curbside prophet now (hey)
Waiting for my rocket (something's different)
Waiting for my rocket to come (in my world today, they changed)
Now, I'm curbside, come down, brother (my traffic sign to a brighter yellow)
You're a curbside prophet now (hey)
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Key vocabulary
- ladies
- womenA2
- committed
- dedicated; fully involvedB1
- tricks
- clever actionsB1
- first
- at the beginningA1
- guitar
- six-string instrumentA1
- hand
- person's arm endA1
- it's
- it isA1
- look
- see with your eyesA1
- account
- record or explanationB1
- again
- one more timeA1
About this song
Jason Mraz is an American singer-songwriter known for melodic pop and acoustic folk, with early roots in Virginia busking and a career built around radio-ready singles. He is especially associated with charting hits such as “The Remedy (I Won’t Worry)” and later work spanning polished albums and stage appearances, including Broadway’s Waitress.