Lyrics:

Longer boats are comin' to win us.
They're comin' to win us.
They're comin' to win us.
Longer boats are comin' to win us.
Hold on to the shore.
They'll be takin' the key from the door.

I don't want no God on my lawn;
Just a flower I can help along,
'Cause the soul of nobody knows
How a flower grows.
Oh...
How a flower grows.

Mary dropped her pants by the sand
And let a parson come and take her hand,
But the soul of nobody knows
Where the parson goes.
Oh...
Where does the parson go?
Oh...