Krsna

Lyrics

Set 'em up, drink 'em down Pass the cup around It's the last we will share for quite some time I've shaved my head, wear a dress I've left my bonnie wife I've got Krishna riding shotgun On the stagecoach of my life My sweet Lord Rama, Rama Got my ticket to Nirvana It's a commune just left of county Cork Share a pint with me Lord Shiva As we read the Bhagavad Gita I'll have Krishna riding shotgun On the stagecoach of my life (Hey) Of my life Well, I used to be a cattle prod for Jesus And L. Ron Hubbard took me in some, too I was a moonie, loved Charles Manson But they are not as handsome As the godhead whose skin is shining blue My sweet Lord Rama, Rama Got my ticket to Nirvana It's a commune just left of county Cork Share a pint with me Lord Shiva As we read the Bhagavad Gita I'll have Krishna riding shotgun On the stagecoach of my life (Hey) Of my life Hare, Hare, Ha-Hooray! I chant it every day With my virtue tucked proudly in my lap And I pray all night to Krishna 'Cause he's a damn good listener And he never, ever, ever answers back My sweet Lord Rama, Rama Got my ticket to Nirvana It's a commune just left of county Cork Share a pint with me Lord Shiva As we read the Bhagavad Gita I'll have Krishna riding shotgun On the stagecoach of my life (Hey) Of my life And when Irish eyes are trying To make the Pommies pay We'll get Krishna and his shotgun To join the IRA The IRA The IRA Hare Ha-Hooray!