A song about the religious solicitors.
Lyrics
Come on let's lose...our egos...
Come on lets oom...don't tell your mantra.
Now we can choose...our pathway...
We wear no shoes...and sell flowers.
Do you have money?...we don't wanna force ya...
But our great Swami...he needs a Porsche..
Material things...they have no value...
but no one follows...an old man in a Malibu.
We are coming to your neighborhood...
We've got a plan....
We are doing what we know we should..
Come take my hand...
And reach nirvana...travel to Bardo...
C'mon now ya wanna?...
It's not very hard to...
Set up his picture...inside your bedroom...
Our robes will fit ya...we'll shave your head soon.
You have seen us in your neighborhood...
in orange clothes...
Singing songs in ancient languages...
that no one knows...
You must come to Utah...to find out who you are...
We'll give you a new name...
and let you wash Swami's new car...
My name is Shirley...or is it Mothra?...
Oh here have a crystal...
It's not gonna harm ya...