One, two, three, four Nam Myoho Renge Kyo Buddha please
 Can you help a little peasant that's begging on her knees
 Illusion fills my head like an empty can
 Spent a million lifetimes loving the same man

 [bad word] 
 Whoa! Every drop [bad word] through the vein
 Always makes it's way back to the heart again
 And by the way you look fantastic in your boots of Chinese plastic

 Hare Krishna, Hare Rama too,
 Govinda I am still in love with you
 I see you in the birds and in the trees
 That's why they call me Krishna Mayee

 [bad word] 

 Hoffa told us we should tolerate the people and the things that make me wanna hate
 Oh have a little mixed mercy on me, this seasoned beauty in this human pageantry
 Jesus Christ came down here as a living man
 If he can live a life of virtue then I hope I can
 Unto others as you would have a turn
 Back here and repeat until you learn, learn, learn

 Whoa! Every drop [bad word] through the vein
 Always makes it's way back to the heart again
 Every dog that lived his life on a chain knows what it's like 
 Waiting for nothing!

 And by the way you look fantastic in your boots of chinese plastic