I've done something wrong But my desire for fame and fortune was just too strong. I've been a good old Joseph Fritzl all along. I just wanted to make a billboard top ten song, One hit song.
But in my keyboard I didn't find That perfect take-off sound That a tropical hit demands. I tried every flute I found But I couldn't play that sound That could put you in a trance, Make everybody dance.
But then I went to Carl Johan And I heard this awesome band Play the flute called pan. It was a pan flute band. And I'm merely just a man So I rented me a van And led them on With two for one. Had to be done x2
But now I'm sad 'Cause my conscience tells me what I've done is bad. It was the pan flute magic sound that made me mad. I destroyed something amazing for a fad, Stupid fad.
And then I came to realize: Stealing Indians isn't nice. So tried to make amends With fountain like in \"friends\",
Gave them bracelets, Fixed their hair, Gave them flat caps they could wear But nothing cleared the air.
I went back to Carl Johan There was not an awesome band. There was no band land And a stupid stand.
And it was hard for me to see All the pain and apathy From the lack of pan The awesome pan flute band