CHRISTMAS DAY IN
KATHMANDU
Well, they told me that they'd be there and that everyone would come,
I said I'd think about it, maybe I'd be there.
It's the scene this year to make for every real road bum,
It's the place to be for Christmas, if you're going to be somewhere.
Why, I hear even Jesus is going to be there too
For his Hindu Happy Birthday Christmas Day in Kathmandu.
And the Holy Ghost descended in a blazing cloud of hashish,
And the thunder of reindeer, it overwhelmed.
And Santa Claus and Frankenstein, reflecting Rudolph's flashes,
Puffed their pipes in deep euphoric calm.
And Jesus sat across from me, Mohammed was there too,
And Buddha, for the party Christmas Day in Kathmandu.
So Lazarus, he stood up and he offered us a toast:
"Here's to all the Christian crosses you can get!"
It was really quite embarrassing, and we looked at our host,
Who said that, "I am afraid he stinketh yet!"
Because our host was Satan, and everybody knew
He'd left his job in Hell for Christmas Day in Kathmandu.
We took a little break, went out to get something to eat,
And all our friends were there, they'd not been joking.
And we stumbled through the temple town and twisted ancient street,
You know, it all depends on just what you've been smoking.
And we glut ourselves on buffalo in the lost Tibetan Blue
And on french toast smeared with jam Christmas Day in Kathmandu.
Back then to the party, where little David was insulting
Goliath, who was ripped out of his tree, and it looked to me like
things were getting pretty intense,
What with Cain and Abel bickering, could be trouble was resulting,
So we armed ourselves with flaming chillums for our self defense.
But the Lord of Hosts was with us, and everybody knew
He'd not allow no trouble Christmas Day in Kathmandu.
But Samson, he got panicky, and he tore some temples down,
And they settled with a cataclysmic crash.
And Gabriel got all pissed off, his brow a furrowed frown:
He just can't stand a man who cannot hold his hash.
Then all the trouble makers left, I've no idea where to,
But the party was not dull on Christmas Day in Kathmandu.
For Shiva, with his powers of vast and sudden screaming death,
And Thor, the God of Thunder, lightning-skilled,
In a great atomic blast they joined the party and were with
Ghengis Khan and every man he'd ever killed.
And tho that room was small for just so great a rendezvous,
The room kept growing bigger Christmas Day in Kathmandu.
And the Hell's Angels, they came on strong, their motorcycles loud,
And Carusoe's voice came in from the Bazaar,
And Dylan, with harmonica, conducted the crowd
Singing Sergeant Pepper hymns to Segovia's guitar.
And then when it was time again to eat a snack or two,
Jesus broke up bread and fish Christmas Day in Kathmandu.
But banana fritters plagued my mind, I had to leave the womb,
And I rattled in the Himalayan dawn.
But I never found my way back to the party in that room,
I'm not sure, it may just still be going on.
And there are those of them among us who do not believe it's true,
But I saw it--through the smoke--on Christmas Day in Kathmandu.
3R
June/July 1968
Nærum, Dk
C Em
Well, they told me that they'd be there and that everyone would come,
F G7 C
I said I'd think about it, maybe I'd be there.
Em
It's the scene this year to make for every real road bum,
F G C
It's the place to be for Christmas, if you're going to be somewhere.
F Em F Em C
Why, I hear even Jesus is going to be there too
Em F G C
For his Hindu Happy Birthday Christmas Day in Kathmandu.