I've got troubles of my own, I said
An' you can't help me out
So take your meditations and your preparations
An' ram it up yer snout
"BUT I GOT A KRISTL BOL!," he said
An' held it to the light
So I snatched it all away from him
An' I showed him how to do it right
I wrapped a newspaper 'round my head
So I'd look like I was Deep
I said some Mumbo Jumbos then
An' told him he was goin' to sleep
I robbed his rings and pocket watch
And everything else I found
I had that sucker hypnotized
He couldn't even make a sound
I proceeded to tell him his future then
As long as he was hanging around
I said "The price of meat has just gone up
An' yer ol' lady has just gone down…"
Look here brother
Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris?
Now is that a real poncho or is that a Sears poncho?
Don't you know?
You could make more money as a butcher
So don't you waste your time on me
Don't waste it, don't waste your time on me
Ohm shanti, ohm shanti, ohm shanti-ohm
Shanti