My old man he wrote the Bible
On the back of a napkin on a dirty table
And he looked with glee and pride
As he admired the words that he shouted to me
He said
My son I've written the bible
And when you're older, the rules I'll confide in you
But until then you do as I say
Look left and right, don't stand in my way
My old man he wrote the Bible
Society repeats it in a vapid recital
And he looked with glee and pride
As he admired the words that he shouted to me
And he said
My son I've written the bible
And when you're older, the rules I'll confide in you
But until then you do as I say
Look left and right, don't stand in my way
My oh my, tell me why?
Tell me why?
Tell me why?
Tell me why?
He said
My son I've written the bible
And when you're older, the rules I'll confide in you
But until then you do as I say
Look left and right, don't stand in my way
Don't stand in my way
Don't stand in my way