John var som kjent veldig skuffet over Maharishi Yogi, men klarte allikevel å få vridd det hele humoristisk på denne innspillingen i motsetning til Sexy Sadie. John (og Yoko) spilte dette sannsynligvis i mai 1968 i Kenwood. Her er i hvert fall teksten:
Well let me tell you something
about the maharishi camp
in rishikesh

There were one or two attractive women there
But mainly looked like, you know,
school teachers or something
And the whole damn campus find all the ones
In the swimming suits

And they're supposed to be meditating
and there's this cowboy they call Tom
who plays cowboys on tv
And my, did the Beatle wives go for him
in a big way

I wondered what it was?
It was his bright leather belt,
his jeans and his dumb eyes

They seemed lonesome eyes
All they see is...
(What's wrong with his eyes?
You had some sight) - Yoko
Me, I took it for real

I wrote about six hundred songs about how I feel
I felt like dying, and crying, and commiting suicide
But I felt creative and I thought
"What the hell has this got to do with what
that silly little man is talking about?"

But he did charm me in a way
because he was funny, kind of cuddly,
like a sort of, you know,
(Like a teddy bear?)- Yoko
Like Daddy with a beard
Telling stories of heaven and hitting you
You could never pin him down
But he also spread rumours through his right hand man
Who used to be with the C.I.A.
And told us about the plane she saved
How Maharishi came through the storm on a plane
And the pilot was getting worried they couldn't land
When Maharishi looked up and with one foul look
According to the man who worked for him
Everything was O.K. and they landed

After that, I thougt, lies
But who's that woman who looks like Jean Simmons
That keeps going to him for private interviews?
She must have been about forty to forty-five
And kept talking about her husband
cause he wasn't there
All the time you get a private audience
with Maharishi and he kept refusing
I knew only one thing..
He must have had some of his own on the side
It must have been that little Indian piece

She came with a tailor and could sit at his feet
And that was one in five hundred
The rest had to ait like good American people
In line to see the master walking on the petals
Who lived in a million dollar staccato house
overlooking the Himalayas

He looked holy