Mystical and magical shaman on the scene
Can take up to 12 people on a spiritual journey
Came into our room waving his little sack
Three thousand bucks inside his fanny pack

Kolomana
Molten lave
High on java
In Arizona
Oh Kolomana
Mysical shaman from the islands of Hawaii
Honelehi, molehewana, helemahuanae… Kolomana

We saw him at the bar during the second band’s last tune
Later on he somehow wound up in our room
Convergence with the spirits had eaten up his flesh
A strange lump protruding from his chest

Kolomana
Molten lave
Marijuana
From Kolomana
In Arizona
There on our hotel room floor he sat
And said he’d rather not know where he’s going
Than to not know where it’s at

What is with this town he asked, I can’t seem to get laid
I tell them I’m a shaman and they tell me that they’re gay
So I got down on my knees and said “I wanna drink your nectar
That’s when I got thrown out of the bar”

Kolomana
Who’s your mama
Molten lava
In Arizona
Oh Kolomana
Mysical shaman from the islands of Hawaii
Honelehi, molehewana, helemahuanae… Kolomana