Texan Book of the Dead

So you say you want to go to Heaven Well I got the plans It walks like the Sasquatch And it breeds like Kubla Khan In original dialect It's really quite cryptical There are many copies around But this, my man, is the original, yeah It's given me powers But kept me low Many have scorned this Modern day Pharisees, fat with espressos Be leary of Timothy Clear light and all that If you want light go stare at the sun Hell, that boy don't know crap If you want to know Paradise And you want to know Hell Want to drink that cool clear liquor Better dig a little deeper in the well, my friend If you want to know Paradise And you want to know Hell Want to drink that cool clear liquor Better dig a little deeper in the well, my friend You want a mantra? You want to know? You want that mantra? Well here you go One for the money Two for the show And a knickknackpaddywack Give a dog a handjob Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang, oh yeah Ooeeooahah, B-I-N-G-O Ooeeooahah E-I-E-I-O Still want that mantra? Still want to know? Still want that mantra? Well here you go It is written God has spoken So put this in your pipe and smoke it Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang, oh yeah Ooeeooahah, B-I-N-G-O Ooeeooahah E-I-E-I-O