I know why I like you
It´s ´cause of your haircut and your clothing
And ´cause you´re racist.
I have a match; your face,
My asking you questions you can´t answer
You want to 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 moustache scares me more

I know why you bite me
It´s cause of your canines and your instincts
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
Bares his teeth to the 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?
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
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 Jack.