Eastern Intrigue

As the sun rises in the east

As the wind blows the fog across the sea

As the hand of man creeps across the face of the world

Caught in a web of glamours

Persian perfume and oriental eyes

Yogi in knots and sufi wise

Master sublime and swami high

Through in some voodoo on the side

And a dash of the old kung fu

Lord you got me strung out on eastern intrigue

Chapter six and verse eleven

If you wanna get to heaven

You've got to ask the man who owns the property

Ya gotta dance your dance

And do your act

And get his big attention that's a natural born fact

I'm on my knees, one question please

Will the real God please stand up?

Jesus and moses, mohammed, and sri krishna

Steiner, gurdjief, blavatsky, and bhudda

Guru maharaji, reverend sun myung moon

On the banks of the holy nile

As the palm tree sways at the base of the sphinx

'neath a crescent desert moon many thousands

Younger than ours

In fact, forget about time completely

Think of it in the abstract please

Think of the swaying tropic trees

One of your many destinies

Like having a hot peyote tea

In the palace of fu manchu

Lord you got me strung out on eastern intrigue

Sell your wife and pawn your heater

Buy the new bhagavad gita

Do the pranayama 'til your spine gets sore

I'll tell you for free

'cause God told me

We checked it with the pope and so we all agree

I'm on my knees, one question please

Will the real God please sit down?