Il testo della Buddha

Happy birthday, buddha
Happy hunting, happy hiding, happy new year
I hope you get yourself together
I hope your absence is made clear

I first learned
There was a value in a little subterfuge
From some old peeping tom or another woman's refuge
Came in contact with a svengali

He was housebound and unwell
Choked on a whale bone in a cantonese restaurant
His nervous system had broken down
9 singing buddhas