She asks me why, I'm just a hairy guy. I'm hairy noon and night, hair that's a fright. I'm hairy high and low, don't ask me why, Don't know. It's not for lack of bread, like the Grateful Dead.
Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna. Krishna, Krishna, Hare, Hare. Hare Rama, Hare Rama. Rama, Rama, Hare, Hare. . Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna. Krishna, Krishna, Hare, Hare.