Texty: Barenaked Ladies. Born On A Pirate Ship. I Know.

I know why I like you
It's cause of your clothing and your haircut
And 'cause you're racist
I have a matchyour 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 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
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 matchyour 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