B.O.D.Y.

B.O.D.Y. ---  Birth old age death why

Maya got you in her clutches 
She’II have you walkin’ on crutches 

You’re cruism' for a bruisin’ 
Your life you’re surely loosin'.

Have you seen the beauty queen?   
When her body was old, lean and green?

B.O.D.Y. ---  Birth old age death why

It’s a sack, Jack
You’ll be flat on your back.

Don’t you try weavin’ and bobbin’ 
Soon you’ll be sobbin’, Robin.

Take my advice and knock off the vice
If you just chant Hare Krishna, everything will be nice.

B.O.D.Y. ---  Birth old age death why