The man in my head says he’s Incan;
He’s the one that’s been doin’ the thinkin’.
So whenever I have a faraway thought,
I turn on my brain and say to me stop
Thinkin’ Incan.
But faraway thoughts are not the worst kind;
The worst kind are those that poison the mind;
And if that’s what you’ve got it may be real smart
To turn on a dime and get up and start
Thinkin’ Incan.
-Peter Robbins
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