It is written
Want to drink that cool clear liquor
Many have scorned this
In original dialect
Hell, that boy don't know crap
Ooee ooahah, E I E I O
Ooee ooahah, E I E I O
Be leary of Timothy
Ooee ooahah twingtwang wallawalla bingbang
You want to know?
But kept me low
One for the money
Ooee ooahah, B I N G O
I have spoken
It's really quite cryptical
You want a mantra?
Ooee ooahah twingtwang wallawalla bingbang, oh yeah
Still want to know?
So put this in your pipe
Ooee ooahah twingtwang wallawalla bingbang, oh yeah
If you want light, go stare at the sun
You want to know hell
But this, my man is the original, yeah
Still want that mantra?
Ooee ooahah, B I N G O
Still want that mantra?
Ooee ooahah twingtwang wallawalla bingbang
Clear light and all that
There are many copies around
'Cause it walks like the Sasquatch
Well, here you go
You want that mantra?
Two for the show
And it breeds like Kubla Khan
You want to know hell
And smoke it
Give the Lord a hand clap
If you want to know paradise
It's given me powers
Want to drink that cool clear liquor
Better dig a little deeper in the well, my man
Well, here you go
And a knick knack paddy wack
If you want to know paradise
Better dig a little deeper in the well, my man
Modern day Pharisees fat with espressos
