I'm leaving the Wat. To Buddhism no longer loyal.
Bye bye, real Mc Coy, no ideals as if I was royal.
Now, I'm a material boy. There's nothing in this world I don't think I need.
Now I'm shopping, I'm not stopping.
There will always be new stuff to buy and I'll expand my needs somehow.
I bought an iMac and mouse, a phone to go with my new spirit.
Next step might be a house, six bedrooms and pool just for me.
I will live like a Tsar, the beggars chant won't hear it.
I'll have a boat, new TV and car. And in my mouth a fat Cuban cigar.
Now I'm shopping, I'm not stopping.
There will always be new stuff to buy and I'll expand my needs somehow
I'll expand my needs somehow I swear.
