The Smoke Witch says - Wahoo!

And the Wise Man says - Me too!

And the Guru says - Wazoo!

So do what you do!





The priests stand in their pulpits

The Pope sits on his throne

The parishes are empty

The choirboys on their own

Until the Second Coming

They're leaving us alone

And God in his Heaven

Has decided to keep mum

Cause He's just another traveller

On the Road to Kingdom Come.





Pity Mr. President

He can't do a thing

He says everywhere he went

We tried to make him sing

Our lonely White House resident

Says we should have made him King

Maybe then he could have saved us

From the truth we were hiding from

But he was just another traveller

On the Road to Kingdom Come.





The General's in the game room

But his Soldier won't salute

Ever since he was promoted

He can't pop his chute

His shrink says he is paranoid

'Bout communistic roots

So unfurl the flag boys

Start beating his drum

Yes we've got to get another straggler

On the Road to Kingdom Come.





Wow! The lead Singers raucous

As he screams out the truth

Then the band hold a caucus

And decides to sell their youth

Our Manager will hawk us

As along as we're uncouth

We'll call it revolution

But we'll crank out Bubble Gum

Can't you see we're all just travellers

On the Road to Kingdom Come.





Grampa swung into the orgy

It was his last hope

He was dressed to the nines

In deodorant and Scope

He found him a woman

She brought Vaseline and soap

Well it started out exciting

But it ended up ho hum

She said - I thought that you could take me

All the way to