Here's some lyrics we wrote last night: I hope you all like it:

THE BALLAD OF SRI CHMNOY
Words: Lyric Writer
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 and
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 Pondicherry
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 big 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 to 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 through and through
If you happen to get pregnant
Have an abortion he would say
Then he'd reach inside his dresser
With crisp 100's 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 the likes of you
For every follower that leaves me
Comes another sucker too
I've got spies and I've got lawyers,
A 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?

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

Line Breaks <br> added. Hope I put them in the right places.
-Joe Offer-