Overture

It's time to season the fruit garden sister
Jesus asked me to put your name backwards (on backwards)
on the marquee (the marquee)
I pleaded the fifth and headed into the legs of a pregnant
entrepreneur (entrepreneur)

The invention we made was lathered in a correction
So political it would blow that flap right off your bow tied ass

Humdinger shouts the scum of a pastor as the brothel sings taunt church hymns (TALKED)

That liberal money brought through the ladderday
And oh by the way the monk said suck the entrepreneur
The monk said suck the entrepreneur
The monk said suck the en-tre-prene-ur (TALK HAPPY)