You thought I'd understand
 You barreled over to me
 With a drink in each hand
 I respect your beliefs  girl
 And I consider you a friend
 But I've already been born once
 I don't wanna to be born again.
 Your knowledge is impressive
 And your argument is good
 But I am the resurrection  babe
 And you're standing on my foot!
 But my little boat is empty
 It don't go
 And my oar is broken
 It don't row, row, row
 But my little boat is empty
 It don't go
 And my oar is broken
 It don't row, row, row
 (Row!)
 Your tiny little face
 Keeps yapping in the gloom
 Seven steps behind me
 With your dustpan and broom.
 I couldn't help but imagine you
 All postured and prone
 But there's a little guy on my shoulder
 Says I should go home alone.
 You keep leaning in on me
 And you're looking pretty pissed
 That grave you've dug between your legs
 Is hard to resist.
 But my little boat is empty
 It don't go
 And my oar is broken
 It don't row, row, row
 But my little boat is empty
 It don't go
 And my oar is broken
 It don't row, row, row
 Give to God what belongs to God
 And give the rest to me
 Tell our gracious host to fuck himself
 It's time for us to leave.
 But my little boat is empty
 It don't go
 And my oar is broken
 It don't row, row, row
 But my little boat is empty
 It don't go
 And my oar is broken
 It don't row, row, row
 Row...row...row...row