Baby buddha bellyhead
floating in your jelly bed
smiling down on all us fold
who don’t get the joke
Special jelly pulsing red
lotus and a great big head
Heady bell buddha, Baby
You can see I don’t mean maybe
with my lady and my juice
Play my one hand fast and loose
far away from Buddha nature
still caught up in nomenclature
pyrrodinyl pyrridines
and other kings of crazy rings
I’ve done my share I cannot lie
I’ve dropped it right into my eye
but baby Buddha bellyhead
will take the heat for me instead
and I will fall into the sway
of motivating in the way
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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