Ain't Goin' to Goa

Larry Love, do you remember when I came upon you in that place of suffering in the valley of darkness? I took away all your pain and put love in your cold cold heart and from that day forward told you to go out and spread my words through music, sweet pretty country acidhouse music. From that day Larry, you not only joined my church, you embraced my whole philosophy, my whole way of life, because remember little man – don't you go to Goa. I believe I'm gonna Shut down my chakras, shift Shiva offa my shelf Take down my tie dyes, my Tibetan bells Cool down my carma with a can of O.P.T. Ain't no call for Casteneda in my frontline library. There's one thing I know, Lord above, I ain't gonna go, I ain't goin' to Goa, Ain't goin' to Goa now Ain't goin' to Goa, Ain't gonna Goa now. Ain't dancin' trance, no thanx, no chance to t-t-tranquilise me. Ain't sippin' no smart bar drinks, you, that don't satisfy me. Dosing up my dharma, with a drop of gasoline, I ain't down with Mr. McKenna, tantric mantra talkin' don't move me. I don't need no freaky, deeky, fractal geometry, crystal silicon chip. I ain't walking on lay lines, reading no High Times put me on another bad trip. Timothy Leary, just check out this theory, he sold acid for the F.B.I. Well, he ain't no website wonder, the guru just went under, you can keep your California Sunshine. 'Cos the righteous truth is, there ain't nothing worse than some fool lying on some Third World beach wearing spandex, psychedelic trousers, smoking damn dope pretending he gettin' consciousness expansion. I want consciousness expansion, I go to my local tabernacle an' I sing with the brothers and sisters