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.