Silence Is Cambodian!
¶ 1
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When yer going into one there in yer living room
From the excitement that goes with the match
Spare a thought for the poor forty thousand
Buddhist monks in Cambodia
Who’ve the buzz but can’t open their traps
¶ 2
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“This World Cup football fever violates
The serenity that they must cultivate
It’s not good for the monks to make noise
So in future if they must take in matches and lose it big time
They can do so in silence indoors”
¶ 3
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In Phnom Penh today as the multitudes prayed
Supreme Patriarch Non Ngeth was blunt
“It all works out okay when its Brazil turn to play
And they manage to get their noses in front
But there’s blue murder, mayhem
And bad feeling amongst the boys in their habits
If the other team get back in the hunt”!
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