| We were born before the wind |
| Also younger than the sun |
| And the bonnie boat was won |
| That we sailed into the mystic |
| Hark, now hear the sailors cry |
| Smell the sea and feel the sky |
| Oh, let your soul and spirit fly, into the mystic |
| When that fog horn blows |
| You know I will be comin' home |
| When that fog horn blows |
| I want to hear it I don’t have to fear it I want to rock your gypsy soul |
| Mama, just like way back in the days of old |
| And together we will float, into the mystic |
| Oh-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya |
| Whoa-oh-ooh |
| Whoa, whoa-ooh |
| When that fog horn blows |
| You know I will be comin' home |
| When that fog horn blows |
| I wanna hear it Well, I don’t have to fear it I want to rock your gypsy soul |
| So like we’re back in the days of old |
| And unanimously we will float |
| Into, into, into, into the mystic |
| Baby, baby, baby, baby |
| Oh, let your body go Oh, let your mind go on Ho! |
| Spoken: |
| I just wanna rock |
| Still wanna rock your soul, baby |
| I just wanna rock |
| Just wanna rock! |
| Your jellyroll soul |
| Said I wanna rock! |
| Jellyroll soul |
| Let your body go Yeah, I wanna rock your soul, baby |
| I just wanna rock your soul, baby |
| Mama! |
| Ho! |
| Oh yeah |
| (applause) |
| Thank you. |