Would you like to go, would you like to go
Would you like to go, would you like to go
back to the land that you and I once knew

Would you like to go, would you like to go
back to the land that you and I once knew

Where prophets play electric guitars
right into the stars that shine
for you and I, your twinkling eye 
invites me to bring you

Would you like to go, would you like to go
Would you like to go, would you like to go
back to the land that you and I once knew

Would you like to go, would you like to go
back to the land that you and I once knew

Where [bad word] of angels all sing Hallelujah
with portable phonographs made in Japan, 
selling for less
calling me to you

Would you like to go, would you like to go
Would you like to go, would you like to go
Ba Ba Ba...

Would you like to go, would you like to go
Would you like to go, would you like to go
Ba Ba Ba...Ooohhh...

We'll fly into the evening mist
and have our backs scratched by a smile
while ago I started to begin a song
I hope it won't take long

Would you like to go, would you like to go
Would you like to go, got the guts to go
only we will know, ooohhh...