| I’m a yogi, and I’m doin' my yoga
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| And the world looks better standin' on my head
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| Touch the natural earth
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| Have a happy rebirth
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| Be a yogi, a yogi
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| Pick a way, any way to grow old and look it Take whatever bird of life you’ve fattened up and cook it Buy a pretty flowery flowing dress
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| And get yourself some makeup
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| To cover up the aging body
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| You’d rather not try to wake up
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| I’m a yogi, and I’m doin' my yoga
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| And the world looks better standin' on my head
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| Touch the natural earth
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| Have a happy rebirth
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| Be a yogi, a yogi
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| Think with me, and meditate and touch the real earth
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| Lose yourself, reincarnate love for all you’re worth
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| To get in tune with mother earth
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| We’ve got to keep her blue and green
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| Kill a flower, kill a fish
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| And kill a river, what’s it mean?
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| Save a dollar, while you kill your brothers down the stream,
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| Smother up the aging land
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| You’d rather not try to wake up.
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| I’m a yogi, and I’m doin' my yoga
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| And the world looks better standin' on my head
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| Touch the natural earth
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| Have a happy rebirth
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| Be a yogi, a yogi |