| Lyrics: | Mark Volman (vocals)
Howard Kaylan (vocals)
Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds)
Aynsley
Dunbar (drums)
George Duke (keyboards, trombone)
Martin Lickert (bass)
Ruth Underwood
(orchestra drum set)
Jim Pons (vocals)
Bad Concience:
han min noon toon han
toon han
Good Concience:
No, Jeff!
Bad Concience:
han toon ran toon ran
toon fran min han toon ran toon nan toon fram
Good Concience:
No no no!
Jeff
Simmons:
Man! This stuff is great! It's just as if Donovan himself had appeared on my very own
TV with words of peace, love, and eternal cosmic wisdom. Leading me. Guiding me. On paths of
everlasting pseudo-karmic negligence, in the very midst of my drug-induced nocturnal emission.
Good Concience:
Oh, I am your good conscience, Jeff. I know all. I see all. I am a
cosmic love pulse matrix, becoming a technicolor interpositive.
Jeff Simmons:
Hmm?
Where'd you buy that incense? It's hip.
Good Concience:
It's the same mysterious
exotic oriental fragrance as what the Beatles get off on.
Jeff Simmons:
I thought I
recognized it. Mmm, what is that, musk?
Good Concience:
Jeff, I know what's good for
you.
Jeff Simmons:
Right. You're heavy.
Good Concience:
Yes Jeff, I am
your guiding light. Listen to me. Don't rip off the towels Jeff!
Bad Concience:
Kiss
off, you little nitwit.
Jeff Simmons:
Hey man, what's the deal?
Good
Concience:
Don't listen to him Jeff, he's no good. He'll make you do bad things!
Jeff
Simmons:
You mean, he'll make me sin?
Good Concience:
Yes, Jeff. SIN!
Jeff Simmons: |
