Big Jesus soulmates Trash Can   Fucking rotten business this   Both feet in the Bad-Boot   Siff in the crypt, babay, like a rock   Rock-rock-rock   Big-Jesus soul-mates Trash-Can   Pumped me fulla Trash at least it smelt like Trash   Wears a suit of Gold (got greasy hair)   But God gave me sex appeal   Well-well-well-well-rock   Well-well-well-well-rock   Well-well-well-well-rock   Well-well-well-well-rock   He drives a Trash Can   He drives a Trash Can   He drives a Trash Can   He drives a Trash Can   He's comin to my town   Rock-rock-rock-ro-o-o-o-o-ck!   Big-Jesus-Oil-King down in Texas   Drives great holy tanks of Gold   Screams from heaven's Graveyard   American heads will roll in Texas (roll like Daddies meat)   Roll under those singing stars of Texas   Well-well-well-rock   Well-well-well-rock   Well-well-well-rock   Well-well-well-rock   He drives a Trash Can   He drives a Trash Can   He drives a Trash Can   He drives a Trash Can    He's coming to my town   He's coming to my town   He's coming to my town   He's coming to my town