Material Boy
I'm leaving the Wat. Top 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 the 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 a pool just for me
I will live like a Tsar, the beggers 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