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