Spring was standing in the middle
Of the woodland copse
Ticking in the power she lost
From the city breeze
And the smell of the boy
We took a sight, sound, smile
And sucked left, right, straight on
All around in a circle
We lead it to a magic source
To a time of the cop
The cop come in explosion
Maybe a thousand
Years in the past
Yahuwah, yahuwah
Let's go and eat at the source
Yahuwah, yahuwah
Come on and eat at the source
Yahuwah, yahuwah
Father Yod was standing
With his hands in the air
In a mansion in the Hollywood Hills
Take a breath of fire
For one more time
A hundred and eight cows
In preparation for the mother house
Left, right, straight on
All around in a circle
We'll lead into a magical source
To a time of the cold
A cold, cold and explosion
Maybe a thousand years in the past
Yahuwah
Let's go and eat at the source
Yahuwah
Come on and eat at the source
I just wish there were a way that I could
I could express to you the
The profundity of the experience
Because many of us aren't just like
Naive little followers
Somehow
Got duped by this
This grey-haired
Beatnik
Because it's not that way at all