What can I play
So that people think I'm a god
I've already painted myself blue
With that weird flower pod
I'll have to pull this off
People around me are quite dumb
I'll have to remember the bias
And keep them under my thumb
I'll use sleight of hand
Perspective will come handy too
Fools become more foolish
When they don't have a clue
The village girls have nice breasts
Especially cute that radha girl
I'll make sure I'll hide behind the tree
See their insides unfurl
Or maybe I'll sneak behind
And see her shit
I'm sure she'll be startled
And have a fit
It's all Maya really
It's all made up of quarks
Looking at the setting sun
An exultation of skylarks
But the girls are real
I like their private parts
They're going to that pond
Where I make bubbles with farts
Twinkle twinkle little farts
How I wonder how to start
Up above the clouds so high
I'm me, myself and I
