Its Sunday morning And I?m alone on the beach Watching the beauty of sunrise Wind through my hair Caressing my face Feeling the sand beneath my feet Later that day I?m walking through the park Listening to the song on the breeze Love is the thought Peace in my heart I know why Chorus: Cause I?m doing my thing The candles are lit Incense stick burning Nurturing the spirit within Warm waters running Sea salts are falling Badu badu do we do be Music is soft Jazz to be precise Strawberries lay in a dish You may expect to hear someone at the door But no tonight Chorus: Cause I?m doing my thing