Lock and load

Shameful road

Loving souls

Lumps of coal

Empty eyes

Fried minds

Never any good-byes

On the run

With a ton

All told

Lots of gold

Only lead

Many dead

Rat a tat tat!

Most in jail

Lots of tales

About loving souls

Morphing into lumps of coal

Sad empty eyes

Brilliant fried minds

Never any good-byes

Yogi Mossie and the Down Dog Posse

We’re tearing hammies from here to Miami

We do our chaturangas in bling

We are the yoga kings

We’re always bringing the hassle

To the parkour lads in Newcastle

We’re always starting trouble

Here to burst your fitness bubble

The heat’s in the meat

As we breathe to the beat

Yogi Mossie and the Down Dog Posse are tough

Not to be confused with the cross fit fluff

Internet blogger freaks doing Blogarate

It’s like a Yugo drag racing a Maserati

You do push-ups on your pinkies

We do press-ups with our winkies

Yoga’s the winner

We’ll consume you for dinner

Warrior 1

Warrior2

Warrior 3

We practice yoga for free

Yogi Mossie and the Down Dog Posse

Namaste

Yesterday I got trapped in a conversation about nothing,

And it went on and on and on

And on and on and on

And on and on and on

And on and on and on

And on and on and on

And on and on and on

And on and on and on

And on and on and on

And on and on and on

And on and on and on

And on and on and on

And on and on and on

And on and on and on

Then I thought it was over

But it wasn’t

And it kept going on and on

And on and on and on

And on and on and on

And on and on and on

And on and on and on

And on and on and on

And on and on and on

And on and on and on

And on and on…