Krsna

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!