I know why I like you
It's 'cause of your clothing and your haircut and 'cause you're racist
I have a match, your face
My asking you questions you can't answer, you wanna box me?
Our world works in a weird way
I've heard them say a man with a beard
May frighten children or dogs
But a mustache scares me more
I know why you bite me
It's 'cause of your instincts and your canines and 'cause I kicked you
I have a bone to pick
Please go on the paper and fetch me my slippers and stop meowing
Man's best friend wags his tail
And bears his teeth to man with the mail
And though he's frightened of thunder
He never goes to war
Tell me, what's the circumstance of circumcision?
And what goes in my daughter's pants is whose decision? (give what you got)
I've seen the facts of inter-race relations
Of see-through slacks, of cyber-masturbation
If a hundred monkeys each could get their own show
Perhaps, one day, a chimp might say
"You have faith, you just need to use it, sayeth the Lord!"
I know why I like you
It's 'cause of your sandals and your supper and 'cause you're Jesus (JESUS!)
I have a match, your dad
My dad has your picture, right next to your mother's and one of Charo
They hold hands up in Heaven
And they say that their son's name is Kevin
But I read in a book, somewhere
That his name is Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack
Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack
Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack...
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