Lyric I Know

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.