Said his name was paradise
 Didn't realise at the time
 That his face and mind were mine

 Hippy Gumbo he no good
 Chop him up for firewood

 It seemed good and it seemed right
 That I should dig him all the night
 But in the morning with the sun
 He pulled an automatic gun
 He blew my soul he blew my brain
 He said I could not do the same

 Hippy Gumbo he no good
 Chop him up for firewood
 Hippy Gumbo he no good
 Chop him up and burn the woo d