I didn't care much for our preacher The way he moved his christian tongue He never joined in when we smacked the pony But when richard and i ran away for a while He caught us smoking, became our hallucination I never opened his book of passion I knew it would come right back at me And when he told me about those savages That point the finger at you for bringing them the flu I came to think of The people of our free little nation They will care for me the good people of this organisation And as they say it's all up to my participation But as richard decides I put his book aside I quench myself for his sake As always it's a mistake If it was up to me i'd join the party