Oh Puram, the spirit home of my Baghwan My life's worth can fit into a carry-on Clothed in red with pink to represent the sun Homeless bird transformed into a scarlet swan My sweet Lord, you're much more than a Krishna song You fell to earth December 1931 A muddy ranch foundation which to build upon To sing your praise, they say we've only just begun Slowly, surely We'll forget about Rolls-Royce fleets and brainwashed demigods Slowly, surely We'll forget about All the big things we got high about Slowly, surely We'll forget about Our Puram Our Puram We're voting then boarding the bus Back to the sidewalks we're from We're voting then boarding the bus Sent back to the hostels we're from We're from We're from (Welcome! Welcome!) We're voting then boarding the bus Shipped back to the sidewalks we're from We're boarding and boarding And boarding and boarding And boarding and boarding And boarding and boarding, ooh