THE BALLAD OF SRI CHMNOY Words: Yarrow Regan and Eric Levine Tune : Go to sleep you weary Hobo

CH: Go to sleep you ex-disciple Peace wherever you may go When you die you'll go to Heaven Sri Chimnoy will go below

Don't you worry bout tomorrow Destiny you'll surely find Sri Chinmoy he is a liar Wants your money and your mind

I know Ashrita gives you trouble He's rude and nasty does not care But when you die and go to heaven They'll be no Ashrita there

CH:

Chinmoy caught a plane from India Landed at Kennedy in 64 Could not take the mud of Ponicherry He knew, that there was something more

He got, a job at the consulate But the pay was very small So he made up a fat story Said "the Lord gave me a call"

CH:

Chimnoy, sure he is Guru That's a business he learned fast Selling his own photos too followers Raking in big wads of cash

Soon he faced a big dilemma He proclaimed celibacy Demanded the same of all his followers While he screwed in secrecy

CH:

Take off your clothes my darling follower I have a deed that I must do Though I told you I was Godly Receive my flesh all though and though

If you happen to get pregnant Have an abortion he would say Then he'd reach inside his dresser With crisp, 100s he would pay

CH:

This it is our holy secret Do not think of it at all For I have another girl awaiting And, a stud right down the hall

Please don't ever get the notion That you'd blab or talk about Just remember I'm God realized And you better shut your mouth

CH:

We have ways when we are Guru's Of controlling likes of you For every follower that leaves me Comes another sucker too

I've got spies and I've got lawyers Congressman wrapped around my toe If you give me any trouble All my guards will make you go

CH:

I own a restaurant and a barbershop I have a printing press too A sari shop and two health food stores In my Queens Basement a zoo

I smuggled the animals from third world countries I gave customs a big bribe And paid off powerful people Who are always on my side

CH:

My name is Chinmoy Kumar Ghose For world peace I give a gift Photo-ops with dignitaries Giant airplanes I lift

But now they say that I'm a liar Stories about me they do write If you have a house in Switzerland Can I come and spend the night