Lyrics:

Brothers, never discount a Tuesday
Youd better spring for a good hotel
You got to keep the talent starry eyed
If you wanna keep ringing those bells
It aint no theory, its the law, boy
And while the dabblers keep douching around
Old Eisenhowers got his candles lit
A couple hours afore he rolls into town
I roll right into town
I roll right into town
Hallelujah

If you spend too much time chewin bubblegum
Youre apt to spoil the old appetite
Well I just reach in the hole of my enthusiastic soul
And show em why they call me the creep
Hows about a little camp fire, ladies?
What say we sing a few songs?
We got music and mirth and we got peace on this earth
And Im certain we all can get along
We all can get along, we all can get along, we all can get along
Cynthia and Jerry has a message theyre sayin
All of you squares go home
I say goddamn, Im the luckiest man
Come on and all sing along
Hallelujah, hallelujah