The Imperials
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
In this simple song
You see, there's only one way, Jesus
If eternal life is your goal
And meditation of the mind
It 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
Because He's coming back real soon
Oh, 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
And we're going to see the Son
Not Reverend Moon