They stunk of beer
They drunk too far
Blabberin' how
blessed they are..
And underpaid

Prize money lured
Lungs out to vent
Their voices, hard
Cracked like cement
On ice cold day

*Those damned creatures
Murdered sounds
Alertin'
Devil hounds..
And made Ha - - - des hide*

Dim Heathens,who
Were no Peace Doves
Were dissin' God
And ev'ry one..
Else that thereof

Their songs - they sucked
Broke most all keys
Did not pass Go
Just tenor's C..
In a dump truck

*Not in featured
Final round
Feet stampin'
On the ground..
Like big Ba - - - bies, cried*

They wound some clocks
Short of red lights
No Cops called on
White collared guys..
As high as kites

They're up close
To lala land
Two men of cloth
Would soon crash in..
An unlocked van

*Near the bleachers
They were found
The gossip scoop
Hand down..
Shown their sha - - - dy side*

That Church La - - - dies spied
In which they de - - - nied

(cuz their bra - - - ins were fried)