(Verse 1) Well, down on the boardwalk by the salty sea spray, There’s a fella named Carl, he’s been there all day. An old hippie guru with a beard to his knees, Sippin’ on a cocktail, feelin’ the breeze. Tourists come strollin’, eyes wide as can be, Starin’ at the chaos, what a sight to see! Religious folks circlin’, singin’ “Kumbaya,” Holdin’ hands and prayin’ for a better day. (Chorus) Oh, Cosmic Carl, the Seaside Guru, With a drink in his hand and a twinkle or two. He says, “Everything’s energy, and all have their flow, From the waves to the stars, just let it all go!” Shocked tourists listen, jaws on the sand, While the world’s gone crazy, Carl’s got the plan. “Everything’s energy, connected and free, Sip your piña colada and just let it be." (Verse 2) Over yonder, the fitness warriors grunt and they sweat, Liftin’ iron barbells. Worshippin’ muscles, yellin’ “Feel the burn!” Pumpin’ up their egos, takin’ turns. There's Psychics on the beach with tarot cards spread wide, Crystals glowin’ purple, readin’ futures by the rise of tide. One says, “Your aura’s pink, but watch out for the blue,” Tourists gasp and whisper, “What do we do?” (Chorus) Oh, Cosmic Carl, the Seaside Guru, With a drink in his hand and a wisdom so true. He says, “Everything’s energy, and all have their vibe, From the gym rats to psychics, we’re all in the tribe!” Shocked tourists gather, forgettin’ their plans, While the boardwalk’s a circus, Carl waves with his hands. “Everything’s energy, no need to fight, Just chill with the cosmos, it’ll all be alright!” (Verse 3) There’s a physicist pontificatin’ under the sun, Explainin’ black holes and how the universe runs. “Quantum entanglement, strings in a twist!” Tourists scratch their heads, thinkin’ they’ve missed. Prophets in the sand, preachin’ doom and delight, Buddhist monks chantin’ from mornin’ till night. And a conspiracy nut with a foil hat on his dome, Yellin’ ‘bout aliens callin’ Earth home. (Bridge) Carl leans back in his chair, takes a long, lazy swig, Grins at the mayhem, does a little jig. “Tourists, my friends, don’t be so uptight, All this wild ruckus is pure dynamite! The preachers, the lifters, the mystics so grand, The scientists, monks, and the foil-hat band— They’re all sparks of the same cosmic fire, Dancin’ in the energy, takin’ it higher!” (Chorus) Oh, Cosmic Carl, the Seaside Guru, With a drink in his hand, sharin’ what he knew. He says, “Everything’s energy, and all have their part, In this big beach party, straight from the heart!” Shocked tourists cheer, now they’re in the know, Sippin’ with Carl as the sun sets low. “Everything’s energy, let the chaos unfold, Life’s a wild wave—ride it, be bold!” (Outro) So if you’re ever down by the seaside shore, Look for Cosmic Carl, he’ll tell you more. With a wink and a nod, and a tropical brew, He’ll shock you with wisdom that’ll see you through!
