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