William Penn Fyve - Swami | Текст песни

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I went to see the Swami
I found him on his needle bed
I tried to wake him from his trance
But really he was stoned instead

He stared at me with beedy eyes
The crystal ball began to glow
His voice I thougth would hypnotize
Cross my palm with dough
Swami swami hasn't even got a dime
Swami swami fooling people all the time

We cut the cards
and made a deal
The swami's tent for just one meal
A puff of smoke away he went
now I'm the owner of his tent
Swami swami
He hasn't even got a dime
Swami swami
fooling people all the time


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