 No caviar waiter, I'm good Classic muscle whippin', grippin' on pine wood Time stood still when I was conceivin' this plan I hit the beach and sunk my feet in the sand And it came to me like a lullaby Saw a butterfly flyin' through a pastel-colored sky And it justified my only vice since I go through life Seein' s*** behind blue eyes, it's only right I had to hit him with that blue-eyed soul