When a Buddha strolls in Paris
A wind blows in from the western isles
Strumming b**by rock
Stripping down and strumming
Four bodhisattvas
Bringing up the rear
Dancing cranes and weeping pheasants
Pa**ing the forty-eight parallel
A great bird has flown in
When a Buddha strolls in Paris
Festival eve lanterns start to sway
Homeward bound schoolteachers too
Floating free, humming rock 'n roll
Four bodhisattvas bringing up the rear
A great bird has flown in
Pa**ing the forty-eight parallel
Dancing cranes and weeping pheasants
A black bird has flown in