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The Shaman came a calling

He was howling at the moon

He offered me a vision

On the end of a silver spoon

He said he'd give me dreams

That all were in his powers

If only I would follow him

The universe was ours



Walked a thin white line to the coffin club

Downstairs from the devils den

Had a large double Jesus

Chased down with a shot of Zen

The last thing I remember

Was lying in the tank

And when I came around again

Everything was blank



Floating high above the world

Out on the astral plane

I'm bouncing like a pinball

He's busy being born again



I met God on Primrose Hill

That's where he came to me

He stepped out of his saucer

I got down on my knees

From his lips came just one word

He left me all aglow

I sat down and had a smoke

And watched the flowers grow



The bats are in the belfry

And the bubbles in the bong

The secret of the universe

Is hidden in this song



The Shaman left a crawling

As the dawn broke the gloom

Talking in some other tongue

And laughing like a loon

The early morning sunlight

Splashed colours on the wall

And I don't know if it ever

Really happened at all



The bats are in the belfry

And the bubbles in the bong

The molecules inside my head

Are chiming like a gong



The bats are in the belfry

And the bubbles in the bong

The secret of the universe

Is hidden in this song