You just might 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 sex,
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 and I'm your slave
One day I'll be free to rave
Jim, Jim, Jim the Jinn
Jim, Jim, Jim the Jinn
Jim, Jim, Jim the Jinn
Jim, Jim, 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
Jim, Jim, Jim the Jinn
Jim, Jim, Jim the Jinn-Jinn
Jim, Jim, Jim the Jinn
Jim, Jim, Jim the Jinn-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 sex,
I can change your race
Jim, Jim, Jim the Jinn
Jim, Jim, Jim the Jinn-Jinn
Jim, Jim, Jim the Jinn
Jim, Jim, Jim the Jinn
Jim, Jim, Jim the Jinn
Jim, Jim, Jim the Jinn

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