[Instrumental intro]

ee-yeah, yeah, yeah...

If God had disdain
For you and me and those who fall into disgrace
Virtue erased by sin, he'd scrawl his story
Summon his passion to have such fun jestin'

And yeah, yeah, God can pace
Yeah, yeah, God can spoof
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. yeah

What if God made fun of us
Posted songs with puns and stuff
Mocked the strangeness of our fluffs
Rhymed and paced with great jokes

If God had to rate
Stuff on this website, what would his comments be
If reading them meant you would have to receive
The zings and lessons and the teasin' and complaints
An awesome process

And yeah, yeah, God can rate
Yeah, yeah, God can judge
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. yeah

What if God got "one's" from us
From the clods, anonymous
Would his rage be ominous
While we faced his great throne

We'd try to make our case known
Back up, confess and all atone
So funny, all in monotone
"Cept for the dopes ma-king him groan

[Instrumental break]

And yeah, yeah, God gives grace
Yeah, yeah, God gives food
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. yeah

What if God made fun of us
Had us bob like rubber ducks
Had us crave for monster trucks
Tried to make us date gnomes

Sun-dried tomato paste crones
Like some roly-poly drones
Whacked up on ethanol and stoned
Some kind of naked apes cloned
So funny, falling down and zoned
Jests for the dopes ma-king him groan