You just might be a poor tailor's lazy son
I don't mind
Rub the lamp and the show goes on
I can make you travel in time and space
I can change your sex, I can change your race
You might be Genghis Khan in burning rage
Or a go-go girl dancing in a silver cage
Still you're my master, I'm your slave
One day I'll be free to rave
Jim the jinn, Jim the jinn
You can be the Queen of Shebah in shining grace
Or Mahatma Gandhi in his holy place
Still you're my master and I'm your slave
One day I'll be free to rave
Jim the jinn, Jim the jinn