Tucked in the bottom of the church
With the heatens in the chapel, I know
Say glory to the wizards
Tell the creeps to come and get her
And my cattle, they'll glow
Seen from the top
His jeans, butterscotch
And a hand full of blow
Said glory to the wizards
Tell the creeps to come and get her
And my cattle, they'll glow
Tucked in the bottom of the church
Fills the heathens in the chapel, I know
Say glory to the wizards
Tell the creeps to come and get her
And my cattle, they'll glow
Seen from the top
His jeans, butterscotch
And a hand full of blow
Tucked in the bottom of the church
Filthy heathens in the chapel, I know
Said glory to the wizards
Tell the creeps to come and get her
And my cattle, they'll glow
Seen from the top
His jeans, butterscotch
And a hand full of blow