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;
 and a life of meditation 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.
 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!