[EVELYN, spoken] Patrick, can you please do something? Your friends are ruining everything! [PATRICK BATEMAN, spoken] Seriously Paul, Jean, there are more important things to worry about than, excuse me Sri Lanka or the d**h of downtown [PATRICK] Apartheid for one Is simply not done And we need to slow down the arms race Terrorism is fine It keeps the commies in line And ending world hunger will save face [COURTNEY, spoken] Why exactly, is there an ice cube in my soy sauce? [EVELYN, spoken] To chill it, Courtney [PATRICK] The Middle East is a beast, a big drag at least It sure needs some kind of segue But the last thing we need in the land overseas, their displays of American meddling! [Chorus] Oh Sri Lanka, your love I cannot find You are so distant, you are not one of mine [PATRICK] We need to ensure America's pure And takes care of the domestic Old men and old ladies and babies with rabies The places where AIDS has infested Let's take some axes to Federal taxes Let's throw away our inhibitions Let's open the doors for standards and poors And mergers and acquisitions I hope you die, yuppie scum! I can't believe that we came from All the same material The same dad and the same mom [Chorus overlapping with PATRICK] Oh Sri Lanka, your love I cannot find You are so distant, you are not one of mine. / Let's take some axes to Federal taxes /Let's throw away our inhibitions Oh Sri Lanka, you do not understand / Let's open the doors for standards and poors You are so distant, you are a foreign land. / And mergers and acquisitions /Oh, Sri Lanka! Oh, Sri Lanka! Your love I cannot find! [ALL] Oh, Sri Lanka