Mr. Riggs is getting old
He likes to have his future told
By Sister Ever, the wide-eyed Capricorn
And when his life is on the skids
Her crystals and her pyramids
Are sure to ride him through another storm
But there's a thunder in his soul

Harley was a troubled teen
He shaved his head and now he sings
With a group of odd cerebrals in the park
And over by the traffic light
His friend LaVerne, the proselyte
Is selling roses 'til her day is dark
Another vendor for the fold

And the world is turning, turning
Looking for an angle
In a straight and narrow light
Yeah, the world keeps turning, turning
Trying to be colorful
In a scheme of black and white

Rah Ghe Da knows everything
Especially when he's channeling
A philosopher from 1635
And Madame Rose is having fun
Yeah, she's a happy medium
Communicating with the un-alive
And they make a lot of dough