Tucked in the bottom of the church
with the heatens in the chapel, I knowSay glory to the wizards
Tell the creeps to come and get her
And my cattle, they'll glowSeen from the top
His jeans, butterscotch
And a hand full of blowSaid glory to the wizards
Tell the creeps to come and get her
And my cattle, they'll glowTucked in the bottom of the church
Fills the heathens in the chapel, I knowSay glory to the wizards
Tell the creeps to come and get her
And my cattle, they'll glowSeen from the top
His jeans, butterscotch
And a hand full of blowTucked in the bottom of the church
Filthy heathens in the chapel, I knowSaid glory to the wizards
Tell the creeps to come and get her
And my cattle, they'll glowSeen from the top
His jeans, butterscotch
And a hand full of blow