When a pinwheel proposed to a rainbow
Those religious folks
They all flipped their wigs
And Jesus freaked out
Grabbed for their pitchforks
And filled up thy father's flask
Emergency stash of the sacrament
And that's how God
Well, that's how God died
Mr. Weatherby trapped the bees
He attracts with the honey he combs
In a pane that he grows on his cheeks
Jiminy Christmas stepped out the chimney
Your chinny chin surrenders to cold
Weatherby, Weatherby
He rains down too
Let it snow
While some kids were cursing
Completely in cursive
The glass of the curtains
Called curtains uncertain
Words that make their mothers cry
While some kids were cursing
Completely in cursive
The glass of the curtains
Called curtains uncertain
Words that make their mothers cry
So let it snow
When a pinwheel proposed to a rainbow
Those religious folks
They all flipped their wigs
And Jesus freaked