Soul Pad

Lyrics

[Intro] Come on down! [Verse 1] We've got this Buddhist priest sleeping in the bathtub Teaches night school down to NYU We've got this African Queen, she paints her eyelids green And all night long she do the boogaloo [Chorus] Come on down to my soul pad With the blue lights in the ceiling, soul pad You know the wall paint is peeling, soul pad It's a room with a feeling [Verse 2] Two Russian students hang out in the closet Hung up on jazz and funk They keep some incense burnin' in a sardine can Beneath the picture of Thelonious Monk [Chorus] Come on down to my soul pad We've got prayer rugs for kneeling, soul pad And if your soul needs healing, soul pad It's a room with a feeling [Verse 3] This FBI agent come to see us Said his orders wеre to check out the frеaks He started with the poet in the pantry And he's been with us now, about 14 weeks [Chorus] Come on down to my soul pad With the blue light in the ceiling, soul pad Where the wall paint is peeling, soul pad It's a room with a feeling [Verse 4] You can eat anything your heart desires From organic rice to bagels and lox We've got one more bowl for one more soul And you can sleep here in this cardboard box [Chorus] Come on down to my soul pad The scene is so angelic, soul pad And we'll all get psychedelic, hoo! [Outro] Come on down! Mother's in the kitchen (Soul pad) Where your hongry heart is itchin' (Soul pad) A switchin', switchin', switchin' (Soul pad)