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