Lyrics:

A needy world greets the new messiah
Taking applications for disciples
To touch the hem of his leather trousers
Unleash the fury of his healing powers
His feet were blistered for you sins
And painful melvins in the high school gym
From those who doubted that 'He' was 'Him'
The savior of our souls, Lord Michael

I'm exploding in my pants
From the spirit of the Lord of Dance
The whirling dervish Son of Man
Repent while you still can
Let's get down
Nice

His wonders work in mysterious ways
Arms are still above his furious legs
A simple shuffle and a full plie
He's making Zima out of Perrier
You know, he's got one commandment for his scribes to tell
Ignite your passion or burn in hell
Hallelujah, we are in his debt
A baptism from his holy sweat

I'm exploding in my pants
From the spirit of the Lord of Dance
The whirling dervish Son of Man
Repent while you still can
Repent while you still can

The Lord of Lords declares a holy war
On the on the onlookers and the wallflowers
With a dozen plies from his righteous legs
Saints be praised

I'm exploding in my pants
From the spirit of the Lord of Dance
The whirling dervish Son of Man
Repent while you still can