So, you say you want to go to heaven?
Well, I got the plans
Kinda walks like Sasquatch
But it breeds like kubla khan
In original dialect, it's really quite cryptical
There are may 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
Do you want to know hell?
Want to drink that cool clear liquor?
Better dig a little deeper in the well my man
Do you want a mantra?
Do you want to know?
Do you want that mantra?
Well, here you go
One for the money, two for the show
And a knick knack paddy whack
Give the lord a handicap
Ooh ee ooh ah ah
Twing twang walla walla bing bang
Oh ee ooh ah ah
Twing twang walla walla bing bang, oh yeah
Ooh eee ooh ah ah
B-I-N-G-O
Ooh eee ooh ah ah
E-I-E-I-O
It is written, I have spoken
So put this in your pipe and smoke it
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