Buddhist priest sleeping in the bathtub
Teachers' night school down to
She paints her eyelids green
And all night long she do the boogaloo
Come on down to my soul pad
With the blue lights in the ceiling
So bad, you know the wall paint is peeling
So bad, it's a room with a feeling
Russian students hang out in the closet
They keep some incense burning
We got paraphernalia in the
And if your soul needs healin'
SoulPath is a room with a feelin'
Said his orders were to check out the freaks
He started with the poet in the pantry
And he's been with us now
Come on down to my soul path
With the blue light in the ceiling
Where the warm pain is healing
It's a room with a feeling
You can eat anything your heart desires
From organic rice to bagels and lox
Come on down to my soul pad
So bad, and we'll all get psychedelic
So bad, well your hungry heart is itchin'