Tucked in the bottom of the church
With 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

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