Glory to God in the highest, I’ve been fired!
Though my stomach is squirming and doubtful,
The bats in my belfry are singing Haribol!
Haribol! Kalo’ham in word and now in deed!
Haribol! Another life’s over, now I’m dead.
Krishna's been pushing me to something higher,
But there was a quiver in my belly, not a fire.
So praise the Lord, next stop Rishikesh,
and then home to my guru given desh.
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