My tag's Tall Tim (no need to shout) I said that's my name (so don't wear it out) You see me here, I'm running hot I'm a juicy hamburger 'cos I got the lot I got a bone the size of a Tyrannosaurus Rex Only one thing, I want your sex My name is Tricky Ricky, if the situation's sticky Then I'm your man, I got a plan I used to be a brickie I don't give a damn about what you say And if you don't like that you'd better walk this way (Rock it Tricky Ricky, gonna rock it to the left Rock it Tricky Ricky, gonna rock it to the right) My name is Paul, I'm the best of all 'Cos I'm in your face like a can of mace (bullshit!) I'm a groove lick, love child, king of the verse You mess with me boy, you leave in a hearse Your God is a nothing God Is a mealy mouthed God Is a weak arsed God My God is a really tough God Is a straight line God Is a good ole boy Your God drinks peach nectar Eats boiled fruit Can't fart out loud My God arm wrestled Khruschev Eats meat, farts with pride Hey, Hey Commies for Christ Hammers and sickles and the word's not flesh - it's steel Commies for Christ 'Cos he's the man that carved the lamb - and made us feel Commies for Christ I'm having a sexual fling with a red under my bed Commies for Christ Drank too much altar wine, it's gone straight to my head Take Marx, take Christ, take drugs Take Marx, take Christ, take dr dr dr dr dr drugs My God is a vengeful God Is Cecil B. de Mille He kills for the fun of it (Rep rep repetition, rep rep repetition, yo, yo) Your God been around for too long Can't get down, is an aging hippy (Hippy, hippy, skippy, skippy) (Tch, tch, tch, tch, tch, tch, tch, tch, tch) God, Hey Commies for Christ Go get some long knives to carve up these loaves and fishes Commies for Christ Support the cause or else someone could get vicious Commies for Christ 'Cos he's the word you've heard - The truth, the light, the way My God ain't risen, 'cos he's sleepin' in today Take Marx, take Christ, take drugs Take Marx, take Christ, take drugs Commies for C C C CC CCC Coca Cola Amen
