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      Every drop that run 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      Every drop that run 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      Hofra 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      Every drop that run through the vein   Always makes it's way back to the heart again   And 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