The Shaman came a calling. He was howling at the moon. He offered me a vision. On the end of a silver spoon. He said he'd give me dreams. That all were in his powers. If only I would follow him. The universe was ours. Walked a thin white line to the coffin club. Downstairs from the devils den. Had a large double Jesus. Chased down with a shot of Zen. The last thing I remember. Was lying in the tank. And when I came around again. Everything was blank. Floating high above the world. Out on the astral plane. I'm bouncing like a pinball. He's busy being born again. I met God on Primrose Hill. That's where he came to me. He stepped out of his saucer. I got down on my knees. From his lips came just one word. He left me all aglow. I sat down and had a smoke. And watched the flowers grow. The bats are in the belfry. And the bubbles in the bong. The secret of the universe. Is hidden in this song. The Shaman left a crawling. As the dawn broke the gloom. Talking in some other tongue. And laughing like a loon. The early morning sunlight. Splashed colours on the wall. And I don't know if it ever. Really happened at all. The bats are in the belfry. And the bubbles in the bong. The molecules inside my head. Are chiming like a gong. The bats are in the belfry. And the bubbles in the bong. The secret of the universe. Is hidden in this song.