BELLY OF THE BUDDHA
(Gavin Richardson and Jim Newton)

I rubbed the Belly of the Buddha
Now I drive a luxury car
I never shoulda woulda coulda
I just followed that star

My baby Buddha, I bought though the mail
Looked in the paper, found a god on sale
A laughin' Buddha smillin' down upon me
Made me a rich man as seen on TV!

I rubbed the Belly of the Buddha
Now I drive a luxury car
I never shoulda woulda coulda
I just followed that star

Buddha Guatama, tell me what do you eat?
Sit there with belly hangin' over your feet
Buddha Guatama, can I get you a fig?
Yeah, I be likin' this check-cashin' gig!

I rubbed the Belly of the Buddha
Now I drive a luxury car
I never shoulda woulda coulda
I just followed that star

1-2-3-4

Hey! Ho! Rub the belly, now!
Hey! Ho! Rub the belly, now!
Hey! Ho! Rub the belly, now!
Hey! Ho! Rub the belly, now!
Hey! Ho! Rub the belly, now!
Hey! Ho! Rub the belly, now!
Hey! Ho! Rub the belly, now!
Hey! Ho! Rub the belly, now!

(various shout-outs to da homies)

Stop!

Rub that funky gut!

I rubbed the Belly of the Buddha
I rubbed the Belly of the Buddha
I rubbed the Belly of the Buddha
I rubbed the Belly of the Buddha
I rubbed the Belly of the Buddha
I rubbed the Belly of the Buddha