Lyrics: Lambchop. The Saturday Option.

Heaven is a disaster
And you won't get there any faster
Mine is a lazy buttox
That's been left out here, in the rumpus

Do the shabby thing
With you
Separate the lilly
From the dew

Yes, that was my bet shot
Bleach is mixed with appricot
Regards are sent to authorities
Who maintain their set priorities

Do the shabby thing
With you
Separate the wood
From the screw

Lest, we forget the best part
Elevate,toward a higher art
Investigate, such stinking truth
Positive, in no need of proof

Do the shabby thing
With you
Separate the beef
From the stew