Hot blab-fest night,
When he blew into town
And the sass of that sound seemed so creed.
Mooes hear them low,
As they're slidin' around
And they pound on those wood temple seats.

Fits like gaggin' rants,
Yellin' saints they be.
It's a temple whoop,
Yelling homily.

It's blub
Brother Blubs blabberin' oration show!
Whacked out weird phras-ies,
Blab out your prais-ies.
Everyone lows.
Everyone throes.
Brother Blub's show.

Room gets suddenly shrill,
It's the mortgage you'd bet
That the guys with the nets will walk in.
Rise drop and roll
And it's get in your face,
What you hear in this place ain't a hymn.

Take a holy roll,
Give your thralls a shake.
So come on let go,
Do a holy quake.

It's blub-blub
Utter blubs jabber 'n' sal'vate 'n' moan!
Looks like the rabies,
Gab not of hades,
Everyone lows.
Everyone throes.
Brother Blub's show.

(SERMON SPOKEN)

(Ay-yi hoohah!) Mutter! (Ay-yi hoohah hoorah) I said mutter!
Now you got yourself two good lungs.
But when your mutter is troubled you've gotta
screech out your lungs 'cause that's what they're there for.
And When You Roll In Rubble It's 'cause YOUR FREAKED OUT
YOUR FREAKIN' HEAD. FREAK ON OUT ALL YOU CAN OUT THERE!

Make some rants and roars,
Hibbety, you say?
Down that aisle roll,
It's just how they pray.

Hibby, hibby, hibby, hibby, hibby, hibby, hibby.

Blub mutter blubs hey mutter blubs blabberin' oration show!
Whacked out weird phras-ies, blab out your prais-ies.
Everyone lows.
Blub mutter blubs hey mutter blubs jabber 'n' sal'vate 'n' moan!
Looks like the rabies, gab not of hades,
Everyone throes.

HIBBY, Hibby, hibby...