I went to see the Swami
He was laying on his needle bed
I though that he was in a trance
really he was stone instead
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He stared at me with beady eyes
his crystal ball began to glow
his voice I thought would hypnotize
cross my palm with dough
chorus
We cut the cards and made a deal
the swami's tent for just one meal
a puff of smoke away he went
now I'm the owner of his tent

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Writer(s): BOB NAGY, MIKE SHAPIRO, RENE CARDENAS