Just thinkin’ about my latest caribbean dreams
With naked native women and erotic screams,
While spreading on my body slippy oils and creams,
Feelin’ kinda blind in the light of the sunbeams.

Cast a glance at me: a plastic box and some cables,
Something that’s not even worth showing your neighbours,
They would certainly ignore my fables,
Failing the main request:

     (Chorus):

     This is my soul-connector – don’t you wanna heat yourself with me,
     This is my soul-connector – would you, please, check the supply for me?
     Switch on your soul-detector – this is the perfect remedy,
     My soul-connector – makin’ your whole life a carefree comedy.

 Drink a cup of tea: a masterpiece of science,
Splash into the water of neurotic silence,
It’s free of charge, so don’t bother with the finance,
Taste the mercy and forget about the violence!

 It’s gonna be fine, though a bit hard to swallow,
But isn’t it worth to find a way to follow,
You feel yourself full, but your soul’s still hollow,
Slurp the liquid sun to be mellow…