The world is full of creeps And freaks and you The world is full of creeps And freaks and you And everything I've got a big bad thing for the son of a preacher It's like the hardest thing to continually feature In his sacred book of the apostles and teachers It always starts like this and it ends in fiasco It always starts like this I'm from the black lagoon I'm an insolent creature I am a small sly thing and I've something to tell you Join in the exodus or you're traveling solo It's down to hit or miss Which is something that I know I've got a big bad thing for the son of a preacher Blood is thicker than water Money's thicker than blood