It's kind of blasphemous
I shouldn't be sayin' this
But lyin' is not my particular sin
I talk to God and all
It seems like I only call
When easy turns rough and hard or dangerous
Owe more than I can carry in my fair-weather arms

(I kind of treat him like a…)
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Pot bellied Buddah I take down from my shelf
When I get in a pickle
When I can't help myself
My pot bellied [bad word] his tummy and pray
‘til I'm clean out of trouble
Then I put him back on the shelf for another day

Flappin' my arms again
“Danger, Will Robinson!”
Something is spinnin' beyond my control
That's when the God of all
Shrinks to a Cupie Doll
Not what I mean, but do I confess
Promise whatever if he'll clean up my mess

(Like he's a…)
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Pot bellied Buddah I take down from my shelf
When I get in a pickle
When I can't help myself
My pot bellied [bad word] his tummy and pray
‘til I'm clean out of trouble
Then I put him back on the shelf for another day

(You have offended a Xiaolin temple)

You're so much bigger than I can conceive
You pick me up off a shelf, I believe
Gave me forever
love without end
You'll be my King and my friend

(not just a…)
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Pot bellied Buddah I take down from my shelf
When I get in a pickle
When I can't help myself
My pot bellied [bad word] his tummy and pray
‘til I'm clean out of trouble
Then I put him back on the shelf for another day

Yeah yeah