Buddhist Threat
There's an enemy living among us I think you who I mean Nobody really knows a thing about them Not even Martin Sheen They're a threat to our standard of living And the cheap supply of oil I say let's rout their sorry asses out Before they soil our American soil Oh, let's go after the Buddhists Let's knock some shaven heads Those humanistic, non-materialistic, Pacifistic slugabeds They're ego-less and nonviolent Un-American and weird They just sit and stare at the wall and their God doesn't even have a beard Oh, I don't want to say too much about it They might be listening right now Meet me later in the parking lot I got the yellow El Camino with the Bumper sticker saying, "Isolationism — Ask Me How!" It's a nation of freedom and tolerance And that's just plain dangerous Let's wipe out terrorism everywhere Except, of course, where the terrorists are us Oh, let's go after the Buddhists Let's go rough up some monks Those semi-m