As the wind blows the fog across the sea
  As the hand of Man creeps across the face of the world
  Caught in a web of glamours
  Persian perfume and oriental eyes
  Yogi in knots and Sufi wise
  Master sublime and swami high
  Through in some Voodoo on the side
  And a dash of the old Kung Fu
  Lord you got me strung out on eastern intrigue
  Chapter six and verse eleven
  If you wanna get to heaven
  You've got to ask the Man who owns the Property
  Ya gotta dance your dance
  And do your act
  And get His Big Attention that's a natural born fact
  I'm on my knees, one question please
  Will the real God please stand up?

  	Jesus and Moses, Mohammed, and Sri Krishna
  	Steiner, Gurdjief, Blavatsky, and Bhudda
  	Guru Maharaji, Reverend Sun Myung Moon

  On the banks of the Holy Nile
  As the palm tree sways at the base of the sphinx
  'Neath a crescent desert moon many thousands
  	younger than ours
  In fact, forget about time completely
  Think of it in the abstract please
  Think of the swaying tropic trees
  One of your many destinies
  Like having a hot peyote tea
  In the palace of Fu Manchu
  Lord you got me strung out on eastern intrigue
  Sell your wife and pawn your heater
  Buy the new Bhagavad Gita
  Do the pranayama 'til your spine gets sore
  I'll tell you for free
  'Cause God told me
  We checked it with the Pope and so we all agree
  I'm on my knees, one question please
  Will the real God please sit down