| Buddhists they like their numbers well, |
| You might find it frightening |
| So if you don't like their numbers well, |
| You might need enlightening. |
| You have squandered away and sequestered |
| A drop of a time of revision |
| For when your best days are yester |
| You might need some supplies |
| There's 4 noble truths, the first is dukkha |
| The second is Samudaya |
| The third is Nihroda and finally there's |
| Magga to round it all off |
| There's four sights as well sick man and dead man |
| an old aged man and a holy |
| These sights helped Siddhartha see the truth |
| That suffering's building slowly. |
| Oh, it's time to start revisin' |
| Time to learn the numbers that we've been despisin' |
| Time to take time, exams are drawing near, |
| And we might start to fear |
| Next the three jewels, they're the precious symbols |
| The Buddha, The sangha and Dharma |
| Then the three poisons greed, ignorance, hate |
| Your wearing intelligence armour. |
| The eightfold path is confusing and long |
| Right view and right mind and resolve |
| Right speech, right effort and mindfulness |
| Concentration and livelihood |
| Everybody |
| Oh, it's time to start revisin' |
| Time to learn the numbers that we've been despisin' |
| Time to take time, exams will come to fall |
| In just no time at all |
| Now when the dreariest do attack |
| And a siege of the sads begins |
| I just throw these noble shoulders back |
| And lift these noble chins |
| Give me a man who is handsome and strong |
| Someone who's stalwart and steady |
| Give me a night that's romantic and long |
| And give me a month to get ready |
| Now I could waylay some aging roue |
| And persuade him to play in some cranny |
| But it's hard to believe I'm being led astray |
| By a man who calls me granny |
| Oh, it's time to start livin' |
| Time to take a little from this world we're given |
| Time to take time, 'cause spring will turn to fall |
| In just no time at all |
| Oh, it's time to start livin' |
| Time to take a little from this world we're given |
| Time to take time, 'cause spring will turn to fall |
| In just no time at all |
| Sages tweet that age is sweet |
| Good deeds and good work earns you laurels |
| But what could make you feel more obsolete |
| Than being noted for your morals? |
| Here is a secret I never have told |
| Maybe you'll understand why |
| I believe if I refuse to grow old |
| I can stay young till I die |
| Now, I've known the fears of sixty-six years |
| I've had troubles and tears by the score |
| But the only thing I'd trade them for |
| Is sixty seven more |
| Oh, it's time to keep livin' |
| Time to keep takin' from this world we're given |
| You are my time, so I'll throw off my shawl |
| And watching your flings be flung all over |
| Makes me feel young all over |
| In just no time at all |
Buddhism Numbers song
Song parody of No Time at All by Ben Vereen
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Written by: William Hall
Submitted on: May 17, 2024
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