S-A-M-A-N-A-S

I wrote this on Sunday, but because of my self-imposed boycott of Euler's constant I couldn't post it. There are some ideas that just hit you without warning, and then you start parodying a song in the middle of planning for your English Set Text Essay.

S-A-M-A-N-A-S, parody of Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani
Uh huh, ascetic
All the elders stomp your feet like this

I left home, no turning back
Met my best friend beside that shack
And I ain't at Nirvana yet
I ain't at Nirvana yet

The Brahmin don't work for me
So I seek my ultimate destiny
'Cause I ain't at Nirvana yet
I ain't at Nirvana yet

Oooh, ascetic, ascetic
Oooh, ascetic, ascetic
Oooh, ascetic, ascetic
Oooh, ascetic, ascetic

I heard those three walking through town
Silent and unselfed and cloaked in brown
People hear you talking like that, getting my own daddy fired up
So I'm ready to be last, gonna start to fast
Gonna get very numb, gonna reach transcendence
That's right, put your full name down, getting everybody signed up

A few times I've astral project
But I'm still not just that perfect
'Cause I ain't at Nirvana yet
I ain't at Nirvana yet

Everything just stank of lies
My gave grew icy when it reached my eyes
'Cause I ain't at Nirvana yet
I ain't at Nirvana yet

Oooh, ascetic, ascetic
Oooh, ascetic, ascetic
Oooh, ascetic, ascetic
Oooh, ascetic, ascetic

I use my soul, entered different creatures
Lived through their lives, just like my preachers
Both of us wanna be enlightened, but there can only be one (true path)
So I'm gonna die, gonna be born again
Going through the pain, of another cycle
That's right, I'm the last one standing, another one bites the dust

Many paths traveled my soul
But we're still not yet reached out goal
'Cause I ain't at Nirvana yet
I ain't at Nirvana yet

Ever since that I left home
I still haven't heard the "Om",
And I ain't at Nirvana yet
I ain't at Nirvana yet

Oooh, ascetic, ascetic
Oooh, ascetic, ascetic
Oooh, ascetic, ascetic
Oooh, ascetic, ascetic

Let me hear you say
We are the samanas, S-A-M-A-N-A-S
We are the samanas, S-A-M-A-N-A-S
We are the samanas, S-A-M-A-N-A-S
We are the samanas, S-A-M-A-N-A-S

A rumour's been going round
Of Gautama Buddha, much renowned
And I ain't at Nirvana yet
I ain't at Nirvana yet

Sublime One, I have no doubt
So we're all leaving to check him out
'Cause I ain't at Nirvana yet
I ain't at Nirvana yet

Oooh, ascetic, ascetic
Oooh, ascetic, ascetic
Oooh, ascetic, ascetic
Oooh, ascetic, ascetic

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Disclaimer: This parody is not intended to make fun of any Indian religion or culture whatsoever. It makes reference to Herman Hesse's Siddhartha, written in a fit of sian-ness and inspiration.