He's the Buddha in European clothes
He's talking to you, you hear the wind blow
Don't let him fool you, he knows what he knows
He's the Buddha in European clothes

He's a gypsy on the road to Gibraltar
A master thief, you never even know he robbed you
He's a wild seed, l'e enfant terrible
But now he's kneeling at the altar

He's a jester for kings and queens
Look out Lester, this hobo's in the green
He's a master of the high trapeze
He put his head into the mouth of the beast

He's the rainman, he'll be handing out the cure
A song and dance man, you can catch him he's on tour
Like Charlie Chaplin tipping his hat to the world
He'll be standing with the meek and the poor

He's an actor in the costume of a priest
A benefactor of a moveable feast
He wrote the chapter where chaos meets grace
He's the one who turned the page

He started a complete unknown
Did some time on the farm
But don't look back, come on
All the trials, all the storms, plagues and floods
And endless scorn
Keep on coming, forever young
He's so busy being born

This wheel's on fire, better notify some kin
He'll take you higher than you ever been
It's just desire that rules the hearts of men
Drives them to the wages of sin

But he's the Buddha in European clothes
He's talking to you, you hear the wind blow
Don't let him fool you, he knows what he knows
He's the Buddha in European clothes