There he is the electro gypsy
In his caravan
It's the future man
See him play a tune upon his Yamaha
A guitar won't do
They are to old skool

Watch him going door to door
Selling Pegs and lucky heather
Dropping fine electric beats
Wearing trousers made of leather

Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Moog and a Casio

Here he is the electro gypsy
He stands motionless
While he drops a melody
Plays future music long into the night
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Till his fingers bleed
Well that's alright

Watch him going door to door
Selling Pegs and lucky heather
Dropping fine electric beats
Wearing trousers made of leather

Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Moog and a Casio

Yamaha
Yamaha
Yamaha
Yamaha

There he goes the Electro Gypsy
Everywhere he goes
He needs to take a generator
Power is not
What he craves my friend
It's just the means to
His electro end

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