Glory, halleluia,
don't that put the screws right to ya?
The government and the wife drove me insane;
The wife wanted a patio and
the old outhouse it had to go,
'cause the government likes to
keep all crap contained.
So, I commenced to the excavation,
Blew my garden to damnation,
Put a crater where my veggies grew;
Now no more turnips and potatoes,
Goodbye scarecrows, picnic tables,
Goodbye plastic pink flamingos, too.
And then a leeching field was added,
Folks around said I was mad,
For digging up all my fertile land;
So then I took the building fit,
With the patio lights and the barbecue pit,
To please my wife, who's got the upper hand....
Good glory, halleluia,
don't that put the screws right to ya?
The government and the wife drove me insane;
The wife wanted a patio and
the old outhouse it had to go,
'cause the government likes to
keep all crap contained.
And then I added a brand new crapper,
Drains and plugs and things that matter,
Purpulating water through the vines;
A lot of curse and smell and racket,
A mortgage in the high-class bracket,
Meaning I'll be poor for quite some time.
So, here I sit by my barbecue,
Been wondering what the hell I'm doing,
We moved up in society, of course;
But now I can't help but think we've strayed,
It's more primitive in ways,
We cook outside, but now we crap indoors....
Singing glory, halleluia,
don't that put the screws right to ya?
The government and the wife drove me insane;
The wife wanted a patio and
the old outhouse it had to go,
'cause the government likes to
keep all crap contained.
Two, three, four....
Glory, halleluia,
don't that put the screws right to ya?
The government and the wife drove me insane;
The wife wanted a patio and
the old outhouse it had to go,
'cause the government likes to
keep all crap contained
