Game Over by Charles Douglas Lyrics

Leaping little bald man
Running 'round the ashram
He dropped acid when he was twelve
It blew his mind but he's doing well

Leaping little old man
Running 'round the ashram
He's drinking his own home brew
He's rolling joints, he'll roll one for you

Nobody tells him what year it is

He's stuck in '68
The seasons came too late
He doesn't really know what to do
He lives his life in a chemical stew

Leaping little madman
Running 'round the ashram
Singing Penny Lane
In tune but so insane
Nobody tells him what year it is