This hole it has a bottom Of that I have no doubt If I could only smarten up And figure my way out But what would I do then? Probably find I hate it there And want to crawl back in Well I swear upon my mother And I believe with all my heart That I could rule the world If I could get my car to start But what would I do then? With the tires around the flower beds We'll have to ride the rims That would be funny We'll take everything we have The shoe money And the birds Will gather around our heads And they'll peck at our corn-like teeth The wall around the graveyard Says that satin lives in hell Though they may love the devil His disciples sure can't spell So what do I do then? I guess I'll put the a in there And show ¡®em how to sin That would be funny We'll take everything we have The shoe money And the birds Will gather around our heads And they'll peck at our corn-like teeth