I got a job in the city There's no god in the city Uncle Noel's got cancer in his brain Uncle Noel's got cancer in his lungs and his brain I thought it would tear that man apart Luckily, uncle Noel's got Jesus in his heart I'm an Aquarius Pull pull tow-cat Praise the lord Praise the lord (Praise the lord) Praise the lord (Praise the lord) Praise the lord (Praise the lord) There's no job in the city Mike lost 116 months Allegedly all because of Benedictine monks But he couldn't help him find a job Luckily Mikey found himself at peace with god I'm evangelical Aus fa chaus fai Praise the lord (Praise the lord) Praise the lord (Praise the lord) Praise the lord (Praise the lord) Praise the lord (Praise the lord) Praise the lord (Praise the lord) Praise the lord (Praise the lord) Praise the lord (Praise the lord) Praise the lord (Praise the lord)