Set 'em up, break 'em down
And pass the cup around
It's the last that we will share for quite some time
I've shaved my hair - wear a dress
I've left my bonny 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
-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
-of my life
Hari Hari 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 damned 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
-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
Hari Hari Ha Hooray!