THE BALLAD OF SRI CHINMOY

Words: CKG IS A LIAR 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 Chinmoy 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 there’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 secrets 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 Chinmoy will go below