Praise the lord in Moscow, Budapest and Sausalito

Where lying in the sunshine might be the very best that we know

gab of what's in mind - the trading post of your libido,

'Cause Mr. Don's been ridiculin' cyclops Apathito



It seems that every day, the kitchen has gone awry

Apathito's the first to point out that the place is such a sty.

No matter to faith on the locks of their mind,

and if you don't got no action well you might not even try.



Mr. Don's all worried 'bout that cyclops Abelito

Himalayas in their minds, Quaker Oats in their libidos

That genius, killing time yellin' at your alter ego

Excuses spinning lies; all, to live that sunshine we know