It's kind of blasphemous

I shouldn't be sayin' this

But lyin' is not my particular sin

I talk to God and all

It seems like I only call

When easy turns rough and hard or dangerous

Owe more than I can carry in my fair-weather arms



(I kind of treat him like a…)



[Chorus]

Pot bellied Buddah I take down from my shelf

When I get in a pickle

When I can't help myself

My pot bellied Buddah

Rub his tummy and pray

‘til I'm clean out of trouble

Then I put him back on the shelf for another day



Flappin' my arms again

“Danger, Will Robinson!”

Something is spinnin' beyond my control

That's when the God of all

Shrinks to a Cupie Doll

Not what I mean, but do I confess

Promise whatever if he'll clean up my mess



(Like he's a…)



[Chorus]

Pot bellied Buddah I take down from my shelf

When I get in a pickle

When I can't help myself

My pot bellied Buddah

Rub his tummy and pray

‘til I'm clean out of trouble

Then I put him back on the shelf for another day



(You have offended a Xiaolin temple)



You're so much bigger than I can conceive

You pick me up off a shelf, I believe

Gave me forever

A love without end

You'll be my King and my friend



(not just a…)



[Chorus] [repeat]

Pot bellied Buddah I take down from my shelf

When I get in a pickle

When I can't help myself

My pot bellied Buddah

Rub his tummy and pray

‘til I'm clean out of trouble

Then I put him back on the shelf for another day



Yeah yeah