Jim The Jinn

You might just be a poor tailor's lazy son I don't mind, rub the lamp and the show goes on I can make you travel in time and space I can change your s*x, I can change your race You might be Genghis Khan in burning rage Or a go-go girl dancing in a silver cage Still you're my master, I'm your slave One day I'll be free to rave Jim the Jinn, Jim the Jinn... You can be the Queen of Sheba in shining grace Or Mahatma Gandhi in his holy place Still you're my master and I'm your slave One day I'll be free to rave