(Jay Wise)
Kinda like an Indian beatinâ on his mandolin
Lucky Paul and his Asian friend,
Smilinâ back from the place theyâre in.
Heroâs mother hides in Austin waitinâ for a loan
Preacherâs teachers boogie down in Saigon,
Tryinâ to make it on their own.
Injun ladies with their cement hair,
Snub Ulysses on the stair
I believe heâs up there sellinâ kitchen wares,
Tryinâ to make it back to Sweden.
Ah, kinda like an Indian beatinâ on his mandolin
Lucky Paul and his Asian friend,
Smilinâ back from the place theyâre in.
Glad to see you on the mend,
Oh, Miss Nickelodeon,
Guess you got the stuff I could not send,
Roll it over again.
Trip in from â43,
A magic boy, his dog and me.
On a run to eternity
Not carinâ what itâs costinâ.
Oh, kinda like an Indian beatinâ on his mandolin
Lucky Paul and his Asian friend,
Smilinâ back from the place theyâre in.
Oh, kinda like an Indian beatinâ on his mandolin
Lucky Paul and his Asian friend,
Smilinâ back from the place theyâre in.
Oh, kinda like an Indian beatinâ on his mandolin
Lucky Paul and his Asian friend,
Smilinâ back from the place theyâre in.
Oh, kinda like an Indian beatinâ on his mandolin
Lucky Paul and his Asian friend ...
