MR. MAN 

People tell me every day
They have no meaning in their lives.
I hear them praying come what may
There’s a truth that they must realize.

They’re walkin’, talkin’ in a dream
Like wind-up robots marching by.
Now and then you hear a scream
Another one has dropped and died.

[Refrain:] So what do you think, Mr.Man
Have you discovered all you can
About the reason why you’re here
About how to finally end all fear?

Hare Krishnas dance on by
The traffic-jammed avenue.
I hear the people shout and cry:
Crazy Krishnas in tennis shoes
How can you want to look like that
Bald head and wearing a goofy sheet?
The people go home to where they sat
The night before and watch TV.

They’d rather watch the evening news
So-called truth of their demise.
They’d rather suffer with the blues
Then check out the Vedas, and become wise.
They’d rather chew on old dead bones
Then take prasadam so sweet and pure.
They’d rather hide inside their homes
And remain helpless and insecure.

So why not drop your foolish pride
And join right in the congregation?
The temple’s open, come inside
Enjoy a transcendental vacation.
The holy name’s for one and all
So please accept this gift of love.
Come and answer Krishna’s call
Discover a pleasure from above.