[Verse This is a song of the artistic vision of a mystic It's a song of the past and a song of the future From a forgotten past to a not-so-certain future Back into my hands By popular demand Take two [Verse I'm a real-time shaman And I only eat modern food You may call this dish a bad omen But it's a colonial favorite of interstellar travelers I knew [Chorus A little bird told me you'd be coming Well Here's how we do a little old voodoo Take some greens and the seeds you been sowin' And spoon the peanut butter soup Peanut butter soup Peanut butter soup Peanut butter soup Peanut butter soup [Verse Well After he came up to say he had a vision He was starin at my sandwich with mayo Yeah He told me he'd seen the desertion of Egyptians He had peanut butter cousin on his cousin like \"Que paso?\" \"Oh \" \"I dunno \" so I said \"He might be warmin' us for nothin..\" Or \"Is he sent here on behest o' Trickster and Coyote? I dunno as I say I feel as suspicious as Interstellar Spacin Soundtrack But He was staring with that half-coyote at my sandwish and his cousin-fingers glistening [Bridge Modern foods may colonize Sometimes some genius them modifies Nonetheless Some old magic arrives He'll have one a these seemingly prehistoric dishes And then look at me surprised all astonished and mystified and still say: [Chorus A little bird told me you'd come through Well That's how we do a little old voodoo Take some greens and the seeds he scattered for you And spoon the peanut butter soup Peanut butter soup Peanut butter soup Peanut butter soup Peanut butter soup