I saw a kook who was standing on his head.
He flipped his lid like he should have been in bed.
I said, "what gives, man?"
He looked at me and said,
"I'm a Yogi, I'm a Yogi, baby,
I'm a Yogi, I'm a Yogi, baby."
Hey, Boo-boo!
And then the cat started strutting on hot coals.
He was wearing sneaks, but they were so full of holes.
He sang right out from the bottom of his soles,
"I'm a Yogi, I'm a Yogi, baby, I'm a Yogi, I'm a Yogi, baby."
Hey, Boo-boo!
"Listen here, baby," the Yogi man said,
"It's all a matter of the mind.
Just commune with your innermost being,
And baby, you'll be just fine."
He was hip, all right, wasn't he?
So I tried my best to dig my inner me.
I walked on coals, my head below my knee.
Until at last I heard me say perfectly,
"I'm a Yogi, I'm a Yogi, baby
I'm a Yogi, I'm a Yogi, baby."
Hey, Boo-Boo!
Better than the average bear, baby!