Ain\'t Going To Goa

(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 
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offa my shelf
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Take down my tie dyes, my Tibetan 
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bells
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Cool down my carma with a can of 
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O.P.T.
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Ain't no call for Casteneda in my 
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frontline library.


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There's one thing I know, Lord 
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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
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 now.


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Ain't dancin' trance, no thanx, no
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 chance to tranquilise me.
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Ain't sippin' no smart bar drinks,
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 no that don't satisfy me.
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Dosing up my dharma, with a drop 
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of gasoline,
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I ain't down with Mr. McKenna, 
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tantric mantra talkin' don't move 
me.

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There's one thing I know, Lord 
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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
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 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 
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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