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 Bahgava-gita
Hare Krishna riding shotgun on the stagecoach of my life
HEY, of my life
Well I used 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 (The Baby)
as the godhead who's 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 Bahgava-gita
Hare Krishna riding shotgun on the stagecoach of my life
HEY, of my life
Hare Hare Ha Hooray
I Chant it everyday
With my virtue
tucked proudly in my lap
And I pray all night to Krishna (Wanna buy a free book?)
Cos he's a damn good listener (How bout a free haircut?)
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 Bahgava-gita
Hare 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!

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