He wears the robe, dons the do, waiting on the street
In the early hours of the morn to accept the peoples treats
But instead of cherishing the gifts he boldly does receive
He strips the robe for jeans and a tee and makes a mockery
Bunk Monk of Bangkok
A liar and a cheat, he's a conman and a thief
A master of deceit
He's the Bunk Monk of Bangkok
The people give their hard earned dough, their food, sweat and blood
He pockets the cash and sells the food, this God's a f*cking fraud
The man is no practitioner, or even a novice of the belief
He drinks, he smokes, he f*cks, he sings
He's a f*cking thief
Bunk Monk of Bangkok
A liar and a cheat, he's a conman and a thief
A master of deceit
He's the Bunk Monk of Bangkok