Jesus Built My Hotrod

Soon I discovered that this rock thing was true

Jerry Lee Lewis was the devil

Jesus was an architect previous to his career as a prophet

All of a sudden, I found myself in love with the world

So there was only one thing that I could do

Was ding-a-ding-dang my dang-along-ling-along

Hey, listen, get this

Nobody with a good car

Needs to worry about nothing, you understand?

Yeah, I think I do

Listen, get this

Nobody with a good car

Needs to be justified (By anyone)

(And I'm telling you why)

I've come a long way since I believed in anything

And I've come half way around the war

(What are you talking about?)

Where you come from is gone

Where you thought you were going to

Were never there

Where you are, ain't no good

Unless you can get away from it

You have a dream? Yeah

You have a dream? Yeah

There's only one thing left for me to do at the moment

I gotta ding-a-ding-dang my dang-along-ling-along

Ding-ding-a-dang-dong-ding-dong

Dingy-dingy son of a gun

Every time I try to do it all, baby, am I on the run

Why, why, why, why, why baby

If it's so evil then

Give my time, with all my power

Give it to me all again, wow

Ding-ding-ding-a-dang-dong-ding-dong

Everywhere I go

Every time you tell me, baby, when I settle down

Got to get me a trailer park

And hold my world around

Why, why, why, why?

Ding-ding-a-dang-dong-ding-dong

Dingy-dingy son of a gun

Every time I tell you, baby

Never am I all for sure

Why, why, why, why, why baby

Sicky, sicky from within

Every time I stick my finger on in ya

You're a wild, wild little town bitch

Now how 'bout ding-ding-dang-a-dang-a-dong-dong-ding-dong

Diggy-diggy-dang-a-dong

Every time you tell me, baby, when I settle down

Got to get me a trailer park

And hold my world around

Why, why, why, why?

In my dang-a-dang-a-dong-ding-dong

Sticky-sticky son of a gun

Ding-a-ding-a-dong-a-dang-dong-ding-dang

Why, why never know?

Why, why wack a ding-a-dong-ding-dong?

Then you take it on the bill

Ding-dang-dong-dong-dong, whoa

I wanna love you

Why, why, why, why, why, darling

Do you keep coming to play?

Half the time I talk about it, now, baby

You know what I'm talkin' about, I said

Why, why, why it'll

Ticky-ticky-ticky-ticky son of a gun

Ding-a-dong-dong-bong-bong-bing-bong

Ticky-ticky thought of a gun

Bing-bing-bong-a-bang-bong-bing-bong-bing-a-bing-a-bang-a-bong

Ding-a-dong-a-ling-a-ling-dingy-dingy-dong-a-dong

Dingy-dang-a-dang-a-dang-a-dong-ding-dong

Drag racing

Drag racing

Drag racing

Drag racing

There is no use trying to talk

No human sound can stand up to this

Loud enough to knock you down

Burn out

Let's hit the fucking road

Ding-dang-a-ding-a-dong-ding-dang

Diggy-diggy thought of a gun

Every time I try to do it all, now, baby

Am I on the run

Why, why, why, yes, diggy-diggy-diggy

Diggy-ding-a-dang-dang-a-dong

Bing-a-bing-bang-a-bong-bong-bing-bong

Diggy-diggy thought of a gun

Bing-bing-bom-boom-boom-bom-bop-bang-bop

Diggy-diggy through the day

If you got a doubt about my baby

Memories on the bed

Why, why, why, why, why, darling

You've been gone long

When my time is on

I never get it going on it's own

Every time you tell me, baby, when I settle down

Got to get me a trailer park

And hold my world around

Why, why, why, why

If my time was all as yours

She's be burned a witch

Well my time with you is brutish

No, I'll never not ever

Why, why, why, why, why, baby, hell is

Alone and it's troubling

It's troubling, oh, bubbling, oh

Jesus built my car

It's a love affair

Mainly Jesus and my hot rod

Yeah, fuck it