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12 Nov
Plastic Vishnu

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From: Peter Langston <psl>
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 98 16:23:22 -0800
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Subject: Plastic Vishnu

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 PLASTIC VISHNU
 by jeremy bornstein

 Well, I don't care if I feel sad or blue
 Long as I have my plastic Vishnu
 Riding on the dashboard of my car
 Though my stumps may rot and fester
 We will travel ever Wester
 With my plastic Vishnu I'll go far.

 cho:  Plastic Vishnu, plastic Vishnu
       Riding on the dashboard of my car
       Though my stumps may rot and fester
       We will travel ever Wester
       With my plastic Vishnu I'll go far.

 I don't care if they won't serve me java
 Long as I got Padmasambhava
 Ridin' on the dashboard of my car,
 I know that I'm not alone
 With the buddha of the Snow Lion Throne
 Riding on the dashboard of my car.

 Well, I don't care if I feel sad or blue
 Long as I have my plastic Vishnu
 Riding on the dashboard of my car,
 But I don't think I'll take him any further
 He looks mean when I eat hamburger
 And I'm scared of what might happen in a bar.

 I don't care if ladies think i'm fresh
 As long as I got that cute Ganesha
 Bolted to the dashboard of my car
 Don't I have quite the manger
 Never anything more stranger
 Bolted to the dashboard of my car.

 Shiva has arms to carry a coffin
 Ganesh a trunk to ship me off in
 Such a feisty bunch you'll ne'er see
 Padhasambava smiles like the Cheshire Cat
 But Durgaji treats me like a doormat
 Let's keep that one just between you & me.

 Avalokitesvara
 Says Bhrkut is pissed at Tara
 All three on the dashboard of my van
 Smiling like he's a little loony
 There's that cute little Sakyamuni
 Simpering from the dashboard of my van.

 When I'm mackin' some goth club diva
 I got my ceramic Siva
 Ravishing the dashboard of my little Jitney van
 The girlies know that I be stylin'
 Thanks to that cryptic Siva smilin'
 Smilin' from the dashboard of my ...
 	Sneerin' from the dashboard of my ...
 	Leering from the dashboard of my van.

 If I run over little old ladies
 And the police think I might have rabies
 They'll never find my hashish, though they ask;
 plastic Vishnu shelters me,
 For His head comes off, you see--
 He's hollow, and I use Him for my stash.

       Plastic Vishnu, plastic Vishnu
       Riding on the dashboard of my car:
       Ride with me and you'll be safer,
       You needn't bother with any wafer
       Bow to Plastic Vishnu, in my car.

Thanks and apologies to whomever wrote "Plastic Jesus"

© 1998 Peter Langston