I'm leaving the Wat. To Buddhism no longer loyal.
I'm breaking my heart, as my compassion to the third world
turned to greed.
Bye bye, real McCoy, 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'll 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 a 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'll always be new stuff to buy
and I'll expand my needs somehow.
I'll expand my needs somehow I swear.