Slow down, Krishna, slow down

Your red Trans Am goes way too fast

Slow down, Krishna, slow down

Or your current life may be your last



Krishna is a holy man

An example to us all

It's curious the choice he made

When he bought a car last fall

We sent him out to buy a bus

To carry us around

What a big surprise it was

To hear that throaty sound

He drove up in a new Trans Am

With windows tinted black

Seats like buckets, leather brassiere

But there is no room in back

No, there is no room in back



Slow down, Krishna, slow down

Your red Trans Am goes way too fast

Slow down, Krishna, slow down

Or your current life may be your last



Krishna is a humble man

He's quiet and reserved

But when he gets behind the wheel

We all become un-nerved

A ride with Krishna is a test

Of faith in the hereafter

He squeals his tires and passes right

And then he howls with laughter

Oh, Krishna, stop your laughter



Slow down, Krishna, slow down

Your red Trans Am goes way too fast

Slow down, Krishna, slow down

Or your current life may be your last



He says he's rolling to Nirvana

Leaving behind all earthly desires

Krishna, Krishna, can't you see?

You can't get to heaven on T/A tires



In meetings as we meditate

We hear that sound a-screeching

Krishna, please, your car alarm

It interrupts the teaching

Krishna says we should enjoy

Our time upon this planet

But while we wear our sandals thin

He's driving round with Janet

Oh, Krishna, who is Janet?



Slow down, Krishna, slow down

Your red Trans Am goes way too fast

Slow down, Krishna, slow down

Or your current life may be your last