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Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges The sound of magic, music in his ears Videoed by a bus load of tourists Shiny shell suits on and drinking lemonade Now, I've got a funny feeling which I bought mail order From a man in a tee-pee, California He said he once was the great game show performer Then he blew all his money away, blew it all away So take me home, don't leave me alone I'm not that good but I'm not that bad No psycho killer, hooligan guerrilla I dream to riot, oh, you should try it R E Perot, got gold card soul My joy of life is on a roll And we'll all be the same in the end 'Cause then you're on your own, then you're on your own Well, we all go happy day glow in the discos The sound of magic, music in our brains Someone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrors Says "Lord, give me time, for I've jumped into space I'm in outer space" So take me home, don't leave me alone I'm not that good but I'm not that bad No psycho killer, hooligan guerrilla I dream to riot, oh, you should try it R E Perot, got gold card soul My joy of life is on a roll And we'll all be the same in the end 'Cause then you're on your own So take me home, don't leave me alone I'm not that good but I'm not that bad No psycho killer, hooligan guerrilla I dream to riot, oh, you should try it R E Perot, got gold card soul My joy of life is on a roll And we'll all be the same in the end Then you're on your own, then you're on your own Then you're on your own, then you're on your own