Bad Times for the Hare Krishnas (Homage to Don Van Vliet)

Once upon a time
 Down in Hanway Place
 I think it was the summer of 1998
 We danced and we chanted
 And you banged on a drum
 Along the Charring Cross Road
 Nearly 100 strong
 You shouted hurry up Hare
 Harry come on
 I thought you're older than you look
 If you know that song
 And we were born
 Again
 Now it seems our devotion has all gone to waste
 As the world becomes
 An even scarier place
 The streets are empty
 No one gives a damn
 We were seduced by some footprints in the sand
 Oh harry up Hare
 What a dreadful pun
 It was a bad joke back then
 Oh what a stupid song
 But we were born
 Again
 Just the other day two young devotees
 Were waltzing up and down
 Old Compton Street
 It seems their number have dwindled over the years
 I now work full-time in the civil service
 Oh harry up Hare
 Harry come on
 They probably weren't even born
 When I first hears that song
 Again