Ambu Baba and the Forty Thieves
by Charles Carreon
(To the Tune of "Rhymin' and Stealin'" by The Beastie Boys)
Well, drivin' Buddhists crazy's what she's all about,
Talkin' so straight that they have to shout,
No sweet muffin with a daisy in her belly,
She's never once been called Cin-der-elly.
Liberating mystics of their counterfeit money,
They're chokin' on their bliss, lookin' pretty funny;
She got sixteen Siddhas on a dead man's chest
They're smilin' like their hopin' that she'll do the rest.
Plum crazy girl -- goes straight thru the ceilin',
She'll keep talkin' till they cap her --
She's rockin' and reelin'.
Rippin' at the reins -- breakin' down the gate
She's got your wagon, it's a jail break,
She's got the warden with a sock in his mouth
And she's headed for the badlands way down south,
Breakin' out bandidos from their stinking jails
They got no badges and they're off the rails.
They're loyal to her
They're loyal to fun,
And they got her back
When she has to run.
It's Ambu Baba and the Forty Thieves,
Ambu Baba and the Forty Thieves
Ambu Baba AND THE FORTY THIEVES
Ambu Baba AND THE FORTY THIEVES.
There ain't no words to end this story.
She's bound for freedom, fame and glory,
With hell on her trail,
With God payin' bounty
They'll hang her in the middle
Of Bumfuck County,
Ambu Baba and the Forty Thieves,
Ambu Baba and the Forty Thieves
Ambu Baba AND THE FORTY THIEVES
Ambu Baba AND THE FORTY THIEVES.
Well they say she took out for Apache country,
That there was smoke in the sky and very dusty,
Thunderheads risin' and tumbleweeds rollin'
The priest locks the church and the bells start tollin'.
And every now and then the children chant
The magic words that their parents said they can't,
Hopin' and prayin'
Singin' and playin',
Feelin' so naughty
That they just gotta say it,
Ambu Baba and the Forty Thieves,
Ambu Baba and the Forty Thieves
Ambu Baba AND THE FORTY THIEVES
Ambu Baba AND THE FORTY THIEVES