I retreated up to the mountain
I sat down meditating
Before my mind lost concentration
I was the punctual pupil
serious 'bout my studies
before my hive had any honey
I was gonna become a monk
My head was bald and shiny
My scalp was pink from plucking
Before you hair made me feel bare
I was following the prophet
My trees were free from carving
Before I realized the truth was walking
It was walking down on the earth
I could hear each and every word
No longer imagining any of its magic
I was gonna become a monk
I retreated up to the mountain
I sat down meditating
Before my mind concentration
I was following the prophet
My trees were free from carving
Before I realized the truth was walking
I was gonna become a monk