Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Zennies

President’s Day off and I’m getting a bit silly! Here’s a new rendition of an old country classic. See the words below for a Zen sing along.

Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be zennies
Don’t let ’em fluff zafus and work them old koans
Make ’em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be zennies
They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone
Even with someone they love
Zennies ain’t easy to love and they’re harder to hold
And they’d rather give you a sutra then diamonds or gold
Nyo-e o’kesa and old faded robes and each night begins a new day
And if you don’t understand him and he don’t die young
He’ll probably just drop away
Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be zennies
Don’t let ’em fluff zafus and work them old koans
Make ’em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be zennies
They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone
Even with someone they love
Zennies like smokey old zendos and clear mountain mornin’s
Expensive green tea and Cohen and women of light
And them that don’t know him won’t like him
And them that do sometimes won’t know how to take him
He ain’t wrong he’s just different
but his pride won’t let him do things to make you think he’s right.