The Shamans of Sedona

As I walked out in the streets of Sedona,
As I walked out in Sedona one day,
I saw there a white man in beaded, fringed leather,
His hair full of feathers, his pipe made of clay.

"I see by your aura that you need a shaman."
These words he did say as I slowly walked by.
"If you pay me some money, I'll ad-just your chakras,
Your qi is unbalanced, and your Feng has gone Shui."

"'Twas once down in Phoenix I used to be working,
'Twas once down in Phoenix that I used to stay.
Commute to the office, and back to the suburbs,
Took a class last weekend, I'm a shaman today."

"I beat the drum lowly and set the price highly,
I make up the chanting as I go along;
Drive up from the valley, and lay down your plastic,
For enough of your money, I'll fix what's gone wrong."

"Those six jolly tourists they paid me for drumming,
Those six rich old women they paid for my spells.
I put bunches of crystals all over my window,
Crystals to reflect the lies that I tell."