Go to Church

I go to church
I go to church
We sing about God there
We sing about God

It is the church
It is the church
Where I was baptized when
I was a babe and

When Satan he calls for me
I will be ready
I'll have the tools and support to say
Flip off, Satan

I know the peeps
I know the peeps
Who help at the bake sales
Who help at the sales

And Pastor Pete
And Pastor Pete
He helps us to have fun
With really cool sermons and

When Satan he calls for me
I will be ready
I'll have the tools and support to say
Fudge off, Satan!

Oooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Church is the bomb now
Oooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ah, ah
Oooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Church is the bomb now
Oooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Bop, biddly op, biddly op bop

So go to church
So go to church
They'll clean out your soul there
They'll douche out your soul and

When Satan he calls for you
You will be ready
You'll have the tools and support to say
Shoo, Satan!!

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My Fate's With Jesus

I was lonely
There was no one to guide me
I wondered what life
Life's all about

So I wandered
And came to a church
Maybe the priest would
Delete all my doubts

Well he took me aside
And he said
"Let Jesus be your guide"

It starts with Jesus
Whoa, oh
It starts with Jesus
Whoa, oh
Whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh

So I figured
I'd stay for his service
I found a seat
On an old wooden pew

And we sang songs
With really old lyrics
But brother those words
Rang oh-so-true

Well it made me feel high
To think that love's
Embodied in this guy

Whose name is Jesus
Whoa, oh
His name is Jesus
Whoa, oh
Whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh

But it's all right now
I've never been happier
Yeah it's all right now
I've never been so happy...happy...happy...

My fate's with Jesus
Whoa, oh
My fate's with Jesus
Whoa, oh
Whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh

Ohh

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I Need a Vacation

I need a vacation
Let's go to Florida
We'll mug some old people there
And buy Mickey Mouse ears
We'll stroll together down Miami Beach
We'll startle nude sunbathers
With an unholy screech

I need a vacation
Let's go to Florida
It'll be so humid there
And there might be a hurricane
We'll make friends with illegal Cuban immigrants
And then we'll report them to
The U.S. government

I need a vacation yeah today
Go on vacation with me today
Today! Yeah

I need a vacation
Let's go to Florida
We'll squeeze some oranges
And make some orange juice
We'll ride a fan boat out in the Everglades
You'll fall into gator-infested waters
And I'll collect the insurance money, ooooh!

I need a vacation yeah today
Go on vacation with me today
Today! Yeah

(Instrumental bit)

Let's get on the Internet
And buy some tickets
Do you mind if I borrow
Your credit card?

Let's get on the Internet
And buy some tickets
Do you mind if I borrow
Your credit card?

Oh your credit card
Oh your credit card
Oh your credit card
Oh your credit card

Oh your credit card (oh-oh-oh)
Oh your credit card (ah-ah-ah)
Oh your credit card (oh-oh-oh)
Oh your credit card (ah-ah-ah)

Oh your credit card

Oh, thanks babe!

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I'm Gonna Take My Tush Off of the Market

I'm gonna take my tush off
Of the market
I'm gonna buy more practical underwear
I'm gonna take my tush off
Of the market
Cuz no one wants to buy it
Anywhere

There used to be a time
When my tush was valued
Suitors would come
From pert near everywhere
But ever since I sat in
That bucket of acid
All people ever do is stare

So I'm gonna...

Lumpy tush, a lumpy tush
Lumpy tush, a lumpy tush
Lumpy tush, a lumpy tush
Who will love my lumpy tush?

Now I have such trouble
Buying Levi's
The Wal-Mart's sizing
Ain't exactly fair
My tush is so misshapen
I go to a tailor
And pay through the nose
To clad my derriere

I'm gonna take my tush off
Of the market
I'm gonna buy more practical underwear
No more buttless chaps
Or leather G-strings
Cuz no one loves
My lonely derriere

Cuz no one loves
My lonely derriere!


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