Curbside Prophet Songtext
von Jason Mraz

We′ll bring another friend of mine out here for this next song
Some of you guys might recognize, might know
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. John Popper

I'm just a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket
And I′m waiting for my rocket to come
I'm just a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket, y′all, boy

You see, it started way back in NYC
When I stole my first rhymes on this M-I-C
At a West End Avenue at 63
The beginning of a leap year, February ′96
When a guitar picked up in the mix
I committed to the licks like a nickel bag of tricks
Well, uh, look at me now, well, look at you now
And look at us 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 got my hand in my pocket
And I′m waiting for my rocket, y'all
I′m just a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket
I'm waiting for my rocket to come on
I'm just a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket
And I′m waiting for my rocket, all y′all

Well then, ya never, da never, da guess I guess I bet, I bet, bet, bet
Well, I have no regrets that I bet my whole checking account
Because it all amounts to nothin' up in the end
Well, you can only count that "On the Road Again"
Will soon be on my radio dial
And I′ll be paying close attention to the Willie Nelson style
Like a, a band of gypsies on the highway wild

I'm a one-man pushin′ on the Milwaukee skyline
Drive from the coast-a I brag and I boast-a
I'm pickin′ up a pace I'm makin' time like Space Ghost
Raising the toast to the highway patrol with the most
But my cruise control′s on coast-a
I′m tourin' around the nation on extended vacation
And I got Popper; he′s my dog, he exceeded my limitation
I say, "I like your style, crazy pound pup!
You need a ride? Well, come on, boy, get in the truck"


With a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket
I'm waiting for my rocket to come on
I′m just a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket, y′all
I'm just a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket
I'm waiting for my rocket to come on
I′m just a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket
And I′m waiting for my rocket, all y'all outside

I relax with a third verse without even rehearsing
Lacin′ up my Converse and conjugatin' the verbs
It′s always been my thing, you know, for better or worse
To be a singer who's going around the universe
Now you′re speaking on the topic of a curbside prophet
Everybody come to me they ask me how they can unlock it
I'll say, "shiz, if this is all there is, it's just fillin′ in the blanks like mad libs"

I′m just a curbside prophet
And I'm waiting for my rocket to stop on a dime
I′m just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket
And you can bet that I'm fishing for mine
I′m just a curbside prophet, my hand's up in my pocket
I′m waiting for my rocket to come on
I'm just a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket, all y′all

See, I′m a down-home brother, redneck undercover
With a guitar here, I'm ready to play
And I′m a sucker for a filly, got a natural ability
Geared to freestyle, check out my flexibility
Dangerous on the mic, my ghetto hat's cocked right
All the ladies say, "Mraz, you so crazy"
We got the backstage Betty′s taking more than they can get
They say, "I want to have your baby"

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, ah-ha
Something's different in my world today
They changed my traffic signs to a brighter yellow
I singin′ hey, ay, ay
Something's different in my world today
Well, they changed my traffic signs to a brighter yellow

'Cause I′m a curbside brother lover, a curbside mother of what?
A curbside prophet, yes, I′m waitin' for my rocket
Said, I′m waiting for my rocket to come down curbside
Come on back to this, here brother
A curbside prophet, yes, I'm a self-proclaimed bad mother for you
Hey, hey, hey, ay-ay-ay-ay
Something′s different in my world today
Well, they changed my traffic signs
To a brighter yellow