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.