I Know - Barenaked Ladies

I know why I like you

It’s cause of your clothing and your haircut

And cause you’re racist

I have a match;

your 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 mustache 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 at 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

«And 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 match;

your 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