In the middle of the holding out,

Nobody will be dropped out

Except fake gods whose faux pas

Are offsetting bets

Well who knows yeah who knows

Which birds will be left,

To sing and sing and sing for me?

Well who knows which birds

Will be left for me?



Hare came to me

In the month of August

Mary loves Sally the most

Maybe Buddha is the true

Son of God's kiss

Maybe you'll never know



"Woohoo," they sang

As they crossed the river

"Woohoo," they said

As they prayed to Jesus

Woohoo, the walls fell on Jericho



Well who knows,

Yeah who knows

Which birds will be left,

To sing and sing

And sing for me?

Yeah who knows which birds

Will be left for me?

Well no one knows



"Woohoo," they yelled

When they came to Mecca

Beat them as they go

"Woohoo," they said

As they read the Vedas

Leave them, let them go



Spinning Sufis on their heads

Are hearing tones of wisdom

Devilish women warning

Men of their actions,

Now bring them

To you and me