So you say you want to go to Heaven
Well I got the plans
It walks like the Sasquatch
And it breeds like Kubla Khan
In original dialect
It's really quite cryptical
There are many copies around
But this, my man, is the original, yeah
It's given me powers
But kept me low
Many have scorned this
Modern day Pharisees, fat with espressos
Be leary of Timothy
Clear light and all that
If you want light go stare at the sun
Hell, that boy don't know crap
If you want to know Paradise
And you want to know Hell
Want to drink that cool clear liquor
Better dig a little deeper in the well, my friend
If you want to know Paradise
And you want to know Hell
Want to drink that cool clear liquor
Better dig a little deeper in the well, my friend
You want a mantra?
You want to know?
You want that mantra?
Well here you go
One for the money
Two for the show
And a knickknackpaddywack
Give a dog a handjob
Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang
Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang, oh yeah
Ooeeooahah, B-I-N-G-O
Ooeeooahah E-I-E-I-O
Still want that mantra?
Still want to know?
Still want that mantra?
Well here you go
It is written
God has spoken
So put this in your pipe and smoke it
Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang
Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang, oh yeah
Ooeeooahah, B-I-N-G-O
Ooeeooahah E-I-E-I-O
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