Oh Sri Lanka

Patrick, can you please do something?
Your friends are ruining everything!
Seriously Paul, Jean, there are more important things to worry about than, excuse me
Sri Lanka or the death of downtown.

Apartheid for one
Is simply not done
And we need to slow down the arms race
Terrorism is fine
It keeps the commies in line
And ending world hunger will save face.

Why exactly, is there an ice cube in my soy sauce?
To chill it, Courtney
The Middle East is a beast, a big drag at least
It sure needs some kind of segue
But the last thing we need in the land overseas, their displays of American meddling!

Oh Sri Lanka, your love I cannot find
You are so distant, you are not one of mine.

We need to ensure America's pure
And takes care of the domestic
Old men and old ladies and babies with rabies
The places where AIDS has infested.

Let's take some axes to Federal taxes
Let's throw away our inhibitions
Let's open the doors for standards and poors
And mergers and acquisitions.

I hope you die, yuppie scum!
I can't believe that we came from
All the same material
The same dad and the same mom.

Oh Sri Lanka, your love I cannot find
You are so distant, you are not one of mine
Let's take some axes to Federal taxes
/Let's throw away our inhibitions
Oh Sri Lanka, you do not understand
Let's open the doors for standards and poors
You are so distant, you are a foreign land
And mergers and acquisitions
/Oh, Sri Lanka! Oh, Sri Lanka! Your love I cannot find!
Oh, Sri Lanka.