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!