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The Dalai Lama lost his cool |
[Kansas Sam] |
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And the Buddha smacked him hard |
[Francine] |
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So now he's back at Lama school |
[Will_H] |
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To learn again the Karmic rule |
[Francine] |
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"Buy your prayer cloth by the yard." |
[Will_H] |
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The holy pontiff shaved his head |
[Beefy] |
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Whilst tippling with Confucius |
[Evan] |
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And then he toddled off to bed |
[Francine] |
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With three athletic nuns ('nuff said) |
[Beefy] |
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They giggled, "Fra, seduce us!"
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[Evan]
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The prelate of Howondoland |
[Beefy] |
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Would paint his toenails scarlet |
[Francine] |
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And dance around to beat the band |
[Beefy] |
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While acolytes yelled out, "How grand!" |
[Francine] |
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Then boinked his favorite harlot
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[Evan]
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Our local vicar was defrocked |
[Beefy] |
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(His affair with Rabbi Schwartz ;-) |
[Evan] |
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And with his 'back door' now unlocked |
[Helen Owly] |
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His friend, the mohel, went off half-cocked |
[Evan] |
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His bishop's out of sorts |
[Kansas Sam] |