He's gone out of his way
To find his spirit
To India, to Mecca, Somalia and Rome
He goes back refreshed
With dirty nails and a big, big smile
Never to return to his old ways
Of greed, of envy and sexual feats
So he preaches and preaches
And she listens to him
And he tells her to stop
All the things she's been doing
"You're wrong, you know,
Young woman, you've a long way to go
I'm here, I'll tell you what to believe
Oh my, don't you ever fornicate
Don't you ever sin and hate
Good people are hard to find
Nowadays we just all go blind."


And then he feels her up
No way she can tell him to stop
Oh no, might as well give it up
All the druids say he's right
His noble acts adorn his name with pride
Don't ever shame
The man who taught you to live
And don't you ever question
What he's doing to you


It's a matter of choice,
BUt poor woman doesn't have a voice
Oh well let's ignore the noise
It's a walk in the park
Take it easy my friend
Belief is an end in itself
Practice is a different thing
And he wants to practice with young women
Barely 18, not yet greased
And he is there, just so eager to please
This man of peace
She makes him weak in the knees
Oh well let's sleep through it
Tomorrow it'll be old news
And she will be bad news
And he'll ready to another trip
To find his spirit