Lyrics The Dickies

The Dickies

Whack The Dalai Lama

there's one hand clapping and it's in my head

whack the dalai lama

he's telling me he'd be better off dead

whack the dalai lama

and he's the focus of evil in the world today

whack the dalai lama

well i'm the real dalai lama anyway

whack the dalai lama

whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack

whack the dalai lama

whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack

whack the dalai lama

he's an informant for the fbi

whack the dalai lama

stop me and tell the world goodbye

whack the dalai lama

and all the rich kids on the mtv

whack the dalai lama

are saying buy my records and tibet goes free

whack the dalai lama

whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack

whack the dalai lama

whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack

whack the dalai lama

whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack

the bigger they come the harder they fall

i'm not a spiritual steven segal

so line em up against the wall

i'm not the dalai lama

when there's no one there

i'll be dressed as richard gere

i'll sit down to meditate

when i draw my gun

he'll already have begun to re-incarnate

the bigger they come the harder they fall

i'm not a spiritual steven segal

so line em up against the wall

i'm not the dalai lama

whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack

whack the dalai lama

whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack

whack the dalai lama

whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack

whack the dalai lama

whack the dalai lama