Slow
down, Krishna, slow down
Your
red Trans Am goes way too fast
Slow
down, Krishna, slow down
Or
your current life may be your last
Krishna
is a holy man
An
example to us all
It's
curious the choice he made
When
he bought a car last fall
We
sent him out to buy a bus
To
carry us around
What
a big surprise it was
To
hear that throaty sound
He
drove up in a new Trans Am
With
windows tinted black
Seats
like buckets, leather brassiere
But
there is no room in back
No,
there is no room in back
Slow
down, Krishna, slow down
Your
red Trans Am goes way too fast
Slow
down, Krishna, slow down
Or
your current life may be your last
Krishna
is a humble man
He's
quiet and reserved
But
when he gets behind the wheel
We
all become un-nerved
A
ride with Krishna is a test
Of
faith in the hereafter
He
squeals his tires and passes right
And
then he howls with laughter
Oh,
Krishna, stop your laughter
Slow
down, Krishna, slow down
Your
red Trans Am goes way too fast
Slow
down, Krishna, slow down
Or
your current life may be your last
He
says he's rolling to Nirvana
Leaving
behind all earthly desires
Krishna,
Krishna, can't you see?
You
can't get to heaven on T/A tires
In
meetings as we meditate
We
hear that sound a-screeching
Krishna,
please, your car alarm
It
interrupts the teaching
Krishna
says we should enjoy
Our
time upon this planet
But
while we wear our sandals thin
He's
driving round with Janet
Oh,
Krishna, who is Janet?
Slow
down, Krishna, slow down
Your
red Trans Am goes way too fast
Slow
down, Krishna, slow down
Or
your current life may be your last
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