I met them in a bar in my old hometown They were selling B.T.G, I was guzzling down Stolichnaya Sto-Sto-Stolichnaya They walked up to me and they asked me to chant, They will give me magazine but if I can't I am in Maya
Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Maya, Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Maya . . .
Well I left home and joined Samkirtan party I am offering the bhoga and singing for the arati My crazy karmi friends told me I was insane I said, "what do you know? You have cow dung for the brain."
I am not pure devotee, I am not so advanced But as long as I am keeping it in my pants, I am not in Maya Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Maya Cats will be cats and dogs will be dogs I am writing all about it now in online blog – I call it "Maya"