As the sun rises in the east As the wind blows the fog across the sea As the hand of man creeps across the face of the world Caught in a web of glamours Persian perfume and oriental eyes Yogi in knots and sufi wise Master sublime and swami high Through in some voodoo on the side And a dash of the old kung fu Lord you got me strung out on eastern intrigue Chapter six and verse eleven If you wanna get to heaven You've got to ask the man who owns the property Ya gotta dance your dance And do your act And get his big attention that's a natural born fact I'm on my knees, one question please Will the real God please stand up?
Jesus and moses, mohammed, and sri krishna Steiner, gurdjief, blavatsky, and bhudda Guru maharaji, reverend sun myung moon
On the banks of the holy nile As the palm tree sways at the base of the sphinx 'neath a crescent desert moon many thousands Younger than ours In fact, forget about time completely Think of it in the abstract please Think of the swaying tropic trees One of your many destinies Like having a hot peyote tea In the palace of fu manchu Lord you got me strung out on eastern intrigue Sell your wife and pawn your heater Buy the new bhagavad gita Do the pranayama 'til your spine gets sore I'll tell you for free 'cause God told me We checked it with the pope and so we all agree I'm on my knees, one question please Will the real God please sit down?
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