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.