p. 33 — Lyrics
Verse 1
You wanna make God laugh
Just tell him your plans
Hold tight to the reins
Try to forge your own path
Try to take on his role
Like you're in control
Catch yourself pushing
On a closed pull door
Chorus
Oh there I go again
Making my own plans
Oh there I go again making God laugh
Verse 2
Like when I try to map out life
With straight white lines
But the curveball
Hits me in the head every time
You wanna make God laugh
Bitch about your past
Piss and moan about what's wrong
And everything you don't have
Chorus
Oh there I go again
Making my own plans
Oh there I go again making God laugh
Verse 3
Like this one time
I tried to leave music behind
Get a big girl job
For stability... right?
Had my blinders on
Bulldozed on through
When my body said no
My ego said "I do"
Ignored the still small voice
Till it turned to a roar
And the universe hit me with a 2x4
Funny how the thing you think you need the most
Is the very same thing you need to let go
Chorus
Go...
There I go again
Making my own plans
Oh there I go again making God laugh
Bridge
If you wanna learn a lesson
Just forget to count your blessings
Outro — Gang Vocals
Oh there I go again / Making God laugh
Making my own plans / Making God laugh
Oh there I go again making God laugh
Oh there I go again / Making God laugh
Making my own plans / Making God laugh
Oh there I go again making God laugh
Oh there I go again / Making God laugh
Making my own plans / Making God laugh
Oh there I go again making God laugh
* Two vocal threads overlapping simultaneously. Irish pub chant energy — rowdy, communal, not polished. The whole bar joined in.