Two lefts and a right Stay out of sight It’s been quite a night Now run Bhang-Eater, run Run through the goldsmiths’ great hall Past all the rugs along the wall The scent of spices on stall “Quick! In here! Crawl! Rude awakening No more bathing Public erection Gives little affection You need a good plan If you pee on the sultan I’ll escape this story In all my glory Run through the goldsmiths’ great hall Past all the rugs along the wall The scent of spices on stall All in the raw