I can't make up my mind, what the possibilities are that we're made of or born, it's just a cool world of what. I'm in a brown study, I'm in a blue boat, I'm in a purple haze, but they fade into a cool world. Is this a cool world? Is this a cool world? Is this a cool world? I had a broken down heart, I had a settled down soul, I had a head full of doubt, until I heard about the cool world. Now I'm laughing at my sleeve, I'm talking through my hat, I'm looking past the graveyard, pretending it's a cool world. Is this a cool world? Is this a cool world? Is this a cool world of what? Yeah! I want some French sunglasses, I'm waiting on my phone, I want a house for my mother, just like Moses Malone. I keep my options open, my possibilities pure, I keep my eyes to the main channel, I keep my place in this cool world. Is this a cool world? Is this a cool world? Is this a cool world? Is this a cool world? Is this a cool world of what? Is this a cool world?