Lyrics The Imperials

The Imperials

Oh Buddha

Well, Old Buddha was a man and I'm sure that he meant well

But I pray for his disciples lest they wind up in hell

And I'm sure that old Mohammed thought he knew the way

But it won't be Hare Krishna we stand before on The Judgment Day.

No, it won't be old Buddha that's sitting on the throne

And it won't be old Mohammed that's calling us Home

And it won't be Hare Krishna that plays that trumpet tune

And we're going to see The Son not Reverend Moon!

Well, I don't hate anybody so please don't take me wrong

But there really is a message to this simple song

You see there's only one way Jesus if eternal life is your goal

Meditation of the mind won't save your soul.

No, it won't be old Buddha that's sitting on the throne

And it won't be old Mohammed that's calling us Home

And it won't be Hare Krishna that plays that trumpet tune

And we're going to see The Son, not Reverend Moon!

Well, you can call yourself a Baptist and not be born again

A Presbyterian or a Methodist and still die in your sin

You can even be Charismatic shout and dance and jump a pew

But if you hate your brother you won't be one of The Chosen Few.

Cause it won't be a Baptist that's sitting on The Throne

A Presbyterian or a Methodist that's calling us Home

And it won't be a Charismatic that plays that trumpet tune

So let's all just live for Jesus 'cause He's coming back real soon.

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