Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges 
The sound of magic music in his ears 
Videoed by a bus load of tourists 
Shiny shellsuits on, and drinking lemonade. 

Now, I`ve got a funny feeling which I bought mail order 
From a man in a tee-pee, California. 
He said he once was the great game show performer 
Then he blew all his money away, 
Blew it all away. 

So take me home, don`t leave me alone 
I`m not that good, but I`m not that bad 
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla 
I dream to riot, oh you should try it 
R. E. Perot, got gold card soul 
My joy of life is on a roll 
And we`ll all be the same in the end 
Cos then you`re on your own 
Then you`re on your own 

Well, we all go happy day glow in the discos 
The sound of magic music in our brains 
Someone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrors 
Says Lord, give me faith, for I`ve jumped into space 
I`m in outer space. 

So take me home, don`t leave me alone 
I`m not that good, but I`m not that bad 
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla 
I dream to riot, oh you should try it 
R. E. Perot, got gold card soul 
My joy of life is on a roll 
And we`ll all be the same in the end 
Cos then you`re on your own 
Then you`re on your own 

So take me home, don`t leave me alone 
I`m not that good, but I`m not that bad 
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla 
I dream to riot, oh you should try it 
R. E. Perot, get gold card soul 
My joy of life is on a roll 
And we`ll all be the same in the end 
Cos then you`re on your own 

Then you`re on your own (to end)