Don’t Worry, Do Yoga
(sing to the tune of Don't Worry, Be Happy)
August 2005 Prana Teacher Training Class

So here’s a little song we wrote
We bring it from the navel, not the throat.
We don’t worry. We do yoga.

We came to Prana Teacher Training School
Our teacher Shakti, she is beautiful.
Be happy. Keep breathing.

When she teaches, she is super duper
When she poops, she’s a Super Pooper.
Don’t worry. Sheet happens.

She drinks her urine and now we do too
She answers questions from God to poo.

Pause: ‘Can God create a poo so big, that he can’t pass it?’

Don’t worry. There’s enemas.

Contract your abs, your anus too
Shlook your urine and squat to poo.
We’re learning. More than asanas.

You make our hearts sing with your stories and joy
We do asanas and we eat Emma’s soy.
We’re thankful. You teach yoga.

We think that Mylowe’s cute and Daniel is too
We know who's number one and who’s number two.
Kinishinai. Yoga suru (Japanese)

Daniel comes and Daniel goes
Wearing his Lululemon clothes
Don’t worry. He does yoga.

We do our work, then we let it go
Who needs a guru when we’ve got Mylowe.
Don’t worry. Do Down Dog.

There is no right, there is no wrong
But doing Window in a thong?
Exposes, the first chakra.
Exposes, the first chakra.

Less and less I need to force things
We learn a lot from the Tao Te Ching
Don’t worry. We’re gonna die.
Don’t worry. We’re gonna die.

We know, Shakti, you’re the cream of the crop
You taught us so much, our brains almost popped.
We’re thankful. We teach yoga.
We’re thankful. We teach yoga.

And Breeeeeeeathe!