Bow your heads in prayer
We shall now pray for the governor
Oh Lord
Let the governor have a car accident
With a gasoline truck
That’s been hit by a match wagon
Over the Grand Canyon
And if that’s not bad enough for the governor
Let the ambulance that’s taking him to the hospital
Four flat tires
Let the motor crack
Let the block bust
Let the windshield crack
Let the driver have a stroke
And hemmorage
And run into a brick wall , Lord
That’s housing nuclear warheads and TNT
And if that’s not bad enough for the governor
When he gets to the hospital
Let the doctor be a junkie
With a gorilla on his back
An orang-utan in his room
And let the hospital catch on fire
And let the hospital ceiling cave in on the operating table
And let the doctor have a rusted scalpel in his hand
Oh Lord if that’s not bad enough for the governor
Lord have mercy
Let him be stranded in the Sahara desert
10,000 miles of dry sand
Eyeballs bulging
Tongue swollen
Lips cracked
Crawling on his hands and knees
And let him come up on a cool running fruit stand
Of frosty fruit juice in that hot desert
And let them have a black waiter back there lord, like they always have
And if that’s not bad enough for the governor
Lord have mercy
Let lightning strike him in the heart 38 times
Let muddy water run in his grave
And let possums, 14 of ‘em, suffering from hydrophobia
Eat through the casket looking for some new meat and make him so ugly
Until he will resemble a gorilla sucking hot Chinese mustard
Lying across a railroad track with freight trains, 22 of ‘em, running across his kneecaps
And if that’s not bad enough for the governor
Lord let him suffer
Make him live in agony
When he wakes up tomorrow morning
Oh Lord
Let him have nappy hair and be black like me.
We shall now pray for the governor
Oh Lord
Let the governor have a car accident
With a gasoline truck
That’s been hit by a match wagon
Over the Grand Canyon
And if that’s not bad enough for the governor
Let the ambulance that’s taking him to the hospital
Four flat tires
Let the motor crack
Let the block bust
Let the windshield crack
Let the driver have a stroke
And hemmorage
And run into a brick wall , Lord
That’s housing nuclear warheads and TNT
And if that’s not bad enough for the governor
When he gets to the hospital
Let the doctor be a junkie
With a gorilla on his back
An orang-utan in his room
And let the hospital catch on fire
And let the hospital ceiling cave in on the operating table
And let the doctor have a rusted scalpel in his hand
Oh Lord if that’s not bad enough for the governor
Lord have mercy
Let him be stranded in the Sahara desert
10,000 miles of dry sand
Eyeballs bulging
Tongue swollen
Lips cracked
Crawling on his hands and knees
And let him come up on a cool running fruit stand
Of frosty fruit juice in that hot desert
And let them have a black waiter back there lord, like they always have
And if that’s not bad enough for the governor
Lord have mercy
Let lightning strike him in the heart 38 times
Let muddy water run in his grave
And let possums, 14 of ‘em, suffering from hydrophobia
Eat through the casket looking for some new meat and make him so ugly
Until he will resemble a gorilla sucking hot Chinese mustard
Lying across a railroad track with freight trains, 22 of ‘em, running across his kneecaps
And if that’s not bad enough for the governor
Lord let him suffer
Make him live in agony
When he wakes up tomorrow morning
Oh Lord
Let him have nappy hair and be black like me.
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