Come on down!
We've got this
Buddhist priest sleeping in the bathtub
Teachers' night school down to
NYU
We've got this
African queen
She paints her eyelids green
And all night long she do the boogaloo
Come on down to my soul pad
With the blue lights in the ceiling
So bad, you know the wall paint is peeling
So bad, it's a room with a feeling
Two
Russian students hang out in the closet
Hung up on jazz and funk
They keep some incense burning
in a sardine can
Beneath the picture of
Thelonious
Monk
Come on down to my
SoulPath
We got paraphernalia in the
SoulPath
And if your soul needs healin'
SoulPath is a room with a feelin'
This
FBI agent come to see us
Said his orders were to check out the freaks
He started with the poet in the pantry
And he's been with us now
about fourteen weeks
Come on down to my soul path
With the blue light in the ceiling
A soul path
Where the warm pain is healing
A soul path
It's a room with a feeling
You can eat anything your heart desires
From organic rice to bagels and lox
We've got one more boat
for one more soul
And you can sleep here
in this cardboard box
Come on down to my soul pad
The scene is so angelic
So bad, and we'll all get psychedelic
Ooh, come on down
Mother's in the kitchen
So bad, well your hungry heart is itchin'
So bad, a -switchin',
switchin', switchin'
So bad