Lyrics

[PAUL Spoken: Thank you!] M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-my My tag's Tall Tim (No need to shout) I said that's my name (So don't wear it out) Hey, you see me here, I'm burnin' hot I'm a juicy hamburger 'cause I got the lot I got a bone the size of a Tyrannosaurus Rex (Ow!) Only one thing, I want your sex My name is Tricky Ricky, if the situation's sticky Then I'm your man, I got a plan I used to be a brickie I don't give a damn about what you say And if you don't like that you'd better walk this way, hey! Rock it Tricky Ricky, gonna rock it to the left Rock it Tricky Ricky, gonna rock it to the right My name is Paul, I'm the best of all 'Cause I'm in your face like a can of mace (Bullshit!) I'm a groove lick, love child, king of the verse Mess with me, lord! You leave in a hearse Your God is a nothing God Is a mealy-mouthed God Is a weak-arsed God My God is a real tough God Is a straight line God Is a good ol' boy Your God drinks peach nectar Eats boiled fruit Can't fart out loud My God arm-wrestled Khrushchev Eats meat, farts with pride Hey, Hey! Commies for Christ Hammers and sickles and the word's not flesh, it's steel Commies for Christ 'Cause he's the man who carved the lamb and made us feel (Yeah, Paul) Commies for Christ I'm having a sexual fling with a red under my bed, ah Commies for Christ Drank too much altar wine, it's blown off half my head Take Marx (take Marx) Take Christ (take Christ) Take drugs (Nana-nana-na-na) Take Marx (take Marx) Take Christ (take Christ) Take drugs (Ya-bi-da ba-da-da) Take Marx, (take Marx) Take Christ, (take Christ) Take dr-dr-dr-dr-dr-dr-dr-dr-drugs Your God is a vengeful God (He's good) Is Cecil B. de DeMille He kills for the fun of it Rep-rep-rep-rep-rep-rep-rep-repetition, yo, yo (See, they didn't notice) Your God, been around for too long Can't get down, is an aging hippy (Hippy, hippy, skippy, skippy) God, Hey! Commies for Christ Go get some long knives to carve up these loaves and fishes Commies for Christ Support the cause or else someone could get vicious Commies for Christ [RICHARD Spoken: You're out of the group] ...The truth, the light, the way Bomp-bomp My God ain't risen, 'cause he's sleepin' in today Take Marx (take Marx) Take Christ (take Christ) Take drugs (Nana-nana-na-na) Take Marx (take Marx) Take Christ (take Christ) Take drugs Jesus rocks the Kremlin, baby Commies for C-C-C-C-C-C-C-Coca Cola Amen [TIM Spoken: Yep. Nup, we got away with that] [RICHARD: A big hand... A big hand for, uh, whats-his-name!] [PAUL Spoken: Yes, since I've been going to Scientology, I can recall everything in my life] [TIM Spoken: And thanks so much for giving us those notes in the dressing room, Paul. Where you walked up to me and said, "Don't fuck up in this act."] [RICHARD Spoken: "I've been getting everything right so far, and it's you guys that have been fucking this song up for me"] [TIM Spoken: This man is Paul McDermott, so we can't show you his brain] [PAUL Spoken: Fuck off!] [TIM Spoken: Or... or his sixth foot] [PAUL Spoken: You will keep tonight, you will fucking keep] [RICHARD Spoken: You don't have to take that from Tim, Paul. Attack him now, go get him. Get him! Ten minutes of withering insults, now. Go!] [PAUL Spoken: I'm gonna think about it. And then I'm gonna come back stronger, and more powerful]