Ain\'t Going To Goa

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(spoken)
Little man, do you remember when I cam upon you in the valley of darkness?
I took away all your pain and put loveinto that cold cold heart.
Well Larry, from that day you not only embraced my church, you embraced my whole philosophy,
my whole way of life, but remember little man...
Don't you go to Goa!
I believe I'm gonna
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Shut down my chakras, shift Shiva offa my shelf
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Take down my tie dyes, my Tibetan bells
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Cool down my carma with a can of O.P.T.
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Ain't no call for Casteneda in my frontline library.
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There's one thing I know, Lord above,
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I ain't gonna go,
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I ain't goin' to Goa, Ain't goin' to Goa now
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Ain't goin' to Goa, Ain't gonna Goa now.
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Ain't dancin' trance, no thanx, no chance to tranquilise me.
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Ain't sippin' no smart bar drinks, no that don't satisfy me.
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Dosing up my dharma, with a drop of gasoline,
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I ain't down with Mr. McKenna, tantric mantra talkin' don't move me.
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There's one thing I know, Lord above,
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I ain't gonna go,
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I ain't goin' to Goa, Ain't goin' to Goa now
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Ain't goin' to Goa, Ain't gonna Goa now.
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I donn't need no freaky, geeky, fractal geometry, crystal silicon chip.
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I ain't walking on lay lines, reading no High Times put me on another bad trip.
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Timothy Leary, just check out this theory,
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he sold acid for the F.B.I.
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Well, he ain't no website wonder, the guru just went under,
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you can keep your California Sunshine.
(repeat rythm through out)
'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
Repeat chorus