Jim the Jinn

You might just be a poor tailor's lazy son

I don't mind, rub the lamp

And the show goes on

I can make you travel in time and space

I can change your sex

I can change your race

You might be Genghis Khan

In burning rage

Or a go-go girl dancing in a silver cage

Still you're my master, I'm your slave

One day I'll be free to rave

Jim the Jinn, Jim the Jinn...

You can be the Queen of Sheba

In shining grace

Or Mahatma Gandhi in his holy place

Still you're my master

And I'm your slave

One day I'll be free to rave