| Song | Eastern Intrigue |
| Artist | Todd Rundgren |
| Album | Initiation |
| 作曲 : Rundgren | |
| As the sun rises in the east | |
| As the wind blows the fog across the sea | |
| As the hand of man creeps across the face of the world | |
| Caught in a web of glamours | |
| Persian perfume and oriental eyes | |
| Yogi in knots and sufi wise | |
| Master sublime and swami high | |
| Through in some voodoo on the side | |
| And a dash of the old kung fu | |
| Lord you got me strung out on eastern intrigue | |
| Chapter six and verse eleven | |
| If you wanna get to heaven | |
| You've got to ask the man who owns the property | |
| Ya gotta dance your dance | |
| And do your act | |
| And get his big attention that's a natural born fact | |
| I'm on my knees, one question please | |
| Will the real god please stand up? | |
| Jesus and moses, mohammed, and sri krishna | |
| Steiner, gurdjief, blavatsky, and bhudda | |
| Guru maharaji, reverend sun myung moon | |
| On the banks of the holy nile | |
| As the palm tree sways at the base of the sphinx | |
| 'neath a crescent desert moon many thousands | |
| Younger than ours | |
| In fact, forget about time completely | |
| Think of it in the abstract please | |
| Think of the swaying tropic trees | |
| One of your many destinies | |
| Like having a hot peyote tea | |
| In the palace of fu manchu | |
| Lord you got me strung out on eastern intrigue | |
| Sell your wife and pawn your heater | |
| Buy the new bhagavad gita | |
| Do the pranayama 'til your spine gets sore | |
| I'll tell you for free | |
| 'cause god told me | |
| We checked it with the pope and so we all agree | |
| I'm on my knees, one question please | |
| Will the real god please sit down? |
| zuò qǔ : Rundgren | |
| As the sun rises in the east | |
| As the wind blows the fog across the sea | |
| As the hand of man creeps across the face of the world | |
| Caught in a web of glamours | |
| Persian perfume and oriental eyes | |
| Yogi in knots and sufi wise | |
| Master sublime and swami high | |
| Through in some voodoo on the side | |
| And a dash of the old kung fu | |
| Lord you got me strung out on eastern intrigue | |
| Chapter six and verse eleven | |
| If you wanna get to heaven | |
| You' ve got to ask the man who owns the property | |
| Ya gotta dance your dance | |
| And do your act | |
| And get his big attention that' s a natural born fact | |
| I' m on my knees, one question please | |
| Will the real god please stand up? | |
| Jesus and moses, mohammed, and sri krishna | |
| Steiner, gurdjief, blavatsky, and bhudda | |
| Guru maharaji, reverend sun myung moon | |
| On the banks of the holy nile | |
| As the palm tree sways at the base of the sphinx | |
| ' neath a crescent desert moon many thousands | |
| Younger than ours | |
| In fact, forget about time completely | |
| Think of it in the abstract please | |
| Think of the swaying tropic trees | |
| One of your many destinies | |
| Like having a hot peyote tea | |
| In the palace of fu manchu | |
| Lord you got me strung out on eastern intrigue | |
| Sell your wife and pawn your heater | |
| Buy the new bhagavad gita | |
| Do the pranayama ' til your spine gets sore | |
| I' ll tell you for free | |
| ' cause god told me | |
| We checked it with the pope and so we all agree | |
| I' m on my knees, one question please | |
| Will the real god please sit down? |