Navigator Ramses lead me to the true path,
Punch me in the forehead, and tell me your tales.
Bring me to the fountain, we're people are drinking,
Water of a genius, with eyes made of gold.
Navigator Ramses riding on your black stead,
running down the footpath, and into the light.
Shine on to tomorrow, and well into Sunday,
your shine is so electric, it makes mothers weep.
Tell me of the future, then lie about your real age,
Dancing in the disco, the disco of time.
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