Fie foe fum

Fie foe fum,

I see with my private eye

Cloud-nine dies high

The ganja farmer

The Buffalo soldier

The Lyrics amour,

Tongued tooth like verbal assassins

Impregnation maniacs

Record liked vibrations

Sen Sei's since that day

Vibes brothel

Rhymes cartel

Cant tell

the difference.

Between you and I

Fie foe fum,

I smell a rat hum,

a hymn in the sky.

This is the song of,

The professional bum.

Would you rescue me?

When i Listen to the stars shining inside our hut

When the flicker of light flutters inside me when you’re around

Would you dance with me after the rescue?

When the beach call is no longer a tall order

When the fancy umbrellas and colourful straws help us to down the sun

Would you fix and mend me mindfully rescue ranger?

When the danger in me is wild with desire

When the fire flings our guitar strings together