Larry Love, do you remember when I came upon you in that place of suffering in the Valley of Darkness? I took away all your pain and put love in your cold, cold heart. And from that day forward told you to go out and spread my word through music, sweet, pretty, country-acid-house music. Well that day Larry, you not only joined my church, you embraced my whole philosophy, my whole way of life. Because remember little man, don't you go to Goa.

I believe I'm gonna shut down my chakra, shift Shiva off of my shelf.
Take down my tie-dyes, my Tibetan bells.
Cool down my karma with a can of O.P.T.
Ain't no call for Casteneda in my Frontline library.

'Cause there's one thing I know, Lord above.
I ain't goin'a go.
I ain't goin'a Goa
Ain't goin'a Goa now.
I ain't goin'a Goa
Ain't goin'a Goa now.

Yeah people in the house.

I ain't dancing Trance, no thanks, no chance to t-t-tranquilise me.
I ain't sipping no Smart Bar drinks, yo, that don't satisfy me.
Dosing up my dharma with-a a drop of gasoline.
I ain't down with Mr McKenna, tantric mantra talking don't move me.

'Cause there's one thing I know, Lord above.
I ain't goin'a go.
I ain't goin'a Goa
Ain't goin'a Goa now.
I ain't goin'a Goa
Ain't goin'a Goa now.

I don't need no freaky-deaky fractal geometry, crystal silicone chip.
I ain't walking 'long lay-lines, reading no High Times, put me on another bad trip.
Ah well, Timothy Leary, just check out this theory, he sold acid for the FBI.
Wll he ain't no website wonder, the guru just went under, you can keep your California sunshine.

Yeah I believe you D-Wayne.

'Cause the righteous truth is there ain't nothing worse than some fool lying on some third-world beach in spandex psychedelic trousers smoking damn dope and pretending he getting consciousness expansion. I want consciousness expansion, I go to my local tabernacle I and sing!

I ain't goin'a Goa
Ain't goin'a Goa now.
I ain't goin'a Goa
Ain't goin'a Goa now.
I ain't goin'a Goa
Ain't goin'a Goa now.
I ain't goin'a Goa
Ain't goin'a Goa now.