Here he is the electro gypsy In his caravan It's the future man See him play a tune upon his Yamaha A guitar won't do They are to old skool
Watch him going door to door Selling Pegs and lucky heather Dropping fine electric beats Wearing trousers made of leather
Yama Yamaha Yama Yamaha Yama Yamaha Moog and a Casio
Here he is the electro gypsy He stands motionless While he drops a melody Plays future music long into the night Till his fingers bleed Well that's alright
Watch him going door to door Selling Pegs and lucky heather Dropping fine electric beats Wearing trousers made of leather
Yama Yamaha Yama Yamaha Yama Yamaha Moog and a Casio
Yamaha Yamaha Yamaha Yamaha
There he goes the Electro Gypsy Everywhere he goes He needs to take a generator Power is not What he craves my friend It's just the means to His electro end