He stabs that fool with knuckles
Right above his belt buckle
With the force of a school bus
The bully buckles over and thanks to Jehovah
The tussles over.
OOOO Trust is just a gut feeling feeling gut feeling
Feel it?
OOOO Trust the Lord
OOOO Trust is just a gut feeling feeling gut feeling
Feel it?
OOOO Trust the Lord
Bicycles race downhill away from a pack of bullies
George has icicles in his veins trusting God's sound will fully
He's on a bike next to his fickle friend named Billy
The bullies want their pickles and their lunch money
So the bullies can munch plenty
But they don't even have a nickel
"Hurry you see! They're gaining on us George"
George ascends towards the town still furiously
"George we can appease the bullies with these, our sack lunches
To avoid their packed punches"
"Billy I only have leftover porridge and an orange
We just got to keep lunging forward trusting the Lord
If we're able to make it to my Dad's garage
Where there is a saw bench In storage
We can lodge behind the pool table to camouflage"
Billy started riding faster
"If only my bike had more engine
And torque than a foreign Porsche"
OOOO Trust is just a gut feeling feeling gut feeling
Feel it?
OOOO Trust the Lord
OOOO Trust is just a gut feeling feeling gut feeling
Feel it?
OOOO Trust the Lord
The bullies are four inches from their back tires
"Billy don't act tired! If they catch you they'll make your face a satire!
It's that dire!"
Billy shuttered and started acting out and ranting 'bout how he's doomed.
Right then a murder of crows appeared and became a chanting crowd
Billy threw his canteen out trying to hit the bullies like a torpedo
George yells, "Billy cool it! Don't feed those thoughts"
He's sweating bullets as if he ate hot Cheetos
Billy falls over into gravel
It's all over he grovels
Then the bullies grab n' pull
Billy around they jab and maul him
George is appalled but he can't leave Billy behind
It wouldn't be justice like a gavel so he charges
As if the cavalry is behind him
While asking God for strength he hustles towards the bullies fully
Full of hope he targets one made of muscle
OOOO Trust is just a gut feeling
And stabes that fool with knuckles
Right above his belt buckle
With the force of a school bus
The bully buckles over and thanks to Jehovah
The tussles over.
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He stabs that fool with knuckles
Right above his belt buckle
With the force of a school bus
The bully buckles over and thanks to Jehovah
The tussles over.
OOOO Trust is just a gut feeling feeling gut feeling
Feel it?
OOOO Trust the Lord
OOOO Trust is just a gut feeling feeling gut feeling
Feel it?
OOOO Trust the Lord
Bicycles race downhill away from a pack of bullies
George has icicles in his veins trusting God's sound will fully
He's on a bike next to his fickle friend named Billy
The bullies want their pickles and their lunch money
So the bullies can munch plenty
But they don't even have a nickel
"Hurry you see! They're gaining on us George"
George ascends towards the town still furiously
"George we can appease the bullies with these, our sack lunches
To avoid their packed punches"
"Billy I only have leftover porridge and an orange
We just got to keep lunging forward trusting the Lord
If we're able to make it to my Dad's garage
Where there is a saw bench In storage
We can lodge behind the pool table to camouflage"
Billy started riding faster
"If only my bike had more engine
And torque than a foreign Porsche"
OOOO Trust is just a gut feeling feeling gut feeling
Feel it?
OOOO Trust the Lord
OOOO Trust is just a gut feeling feeling gut feeling
Feel it?
OOOO Trust the Lord
The bullies are four inches from their back tires
"Billy don't act tired! If they catch you they'll make your face a satire!
It's that dire!"
Billy shuttered and started acting out and ranting 'bout how he's doomed.
Right then a murder of crows appeared and became a chanting crowd
Billy threw his canteen out trying to hit the bullies like a torpedo
George yells, "Billy cool it! Don't feed those thoughts"
He's sweating bullets as if he ate hot Cheetos
Billy falls over into gravel
It's all over he grovels
Then the bullies grab n' pull
Billy around they jab and maul him
George is appalled but he can't leave Billy behind
It wouldn't be justice like a gavel so he charges
As if the cavalry is behind him
While asking God for strength he hustles towards the bullies fully
Full of hope he targets one made of muscle
OOOO Trust is just a gut feeling
And stabes that fool with knuckles
Right above his belt buckle
With the force of a school bus
The bully buckles over and thanks to Jehovah
The tussles over.
Right above his belt buckle
With the force of a school bus
The bully buckles over and thanks to Jehovah
The tussles over.
OOOO Trust is just a gut feeling feeling gut feeling
Feel it?
OOOO Trust the Lord
OOOO Trust is just a gut feeling feeling gut feeling
Feel it?
OOOO Trust the Lord
Bicycles race downhill away from a pack of bullies
George has icicles in his veins trusting God's sound will fully
He's on a bike next to his fickle friend named Billy
The bullies want their pickles and their lunch money
So the bullies can munch plenty
But they don't even have a nickel
"Hurry you see! They're gaining on us George"
George ascends towards the town still furiously
"George we can appease the bullies with these, our sack lunches
To avoid their packed punches"
"Billy I only have leftover porridge and an orange
We just got to keep lunging forward trusting the Lord
If we're able to make it to my Dad's garage
Where there is a saw bench In storage
We can lodge behind the pool table to camouflage"
Billy started riding faster
"If only my bike had more engine
And torque than a foreign Porsche"
OOOO Trust is just a gut feeling feeling gut feeling
Feel it?
OOOO Trust the Lord
OOOO Trust is just a gut feeling feeling gut feeling
Feel it?
OOOO Trust the Lord
The bullies are four inches from their back tires
"Billy don't act tired! If they catch you they'll make your face a satire!
It's that dire!"
Billy shuttered and started acting out and ranting 'bout how he's doomed.
Right then a murder of crows appeared and became a chanting crowd
Billy threw his canteen out trying to hit the bullies like a torpedo
George yells, "Billy cool it! Don't feed those thoughts"
He's sweating bullets as if he ate hot Cheetos
Billy falls over into gravel
It's all over he grovels
Then the bullies grab n' pull
Billy around they jab and maul him
George is appalled but he can't leave Billy behind
It wouldn't be justice like a gavel so he charges
As if the cavalry is behind him
While asking God for strength he hustles towards the bullies fully
Full of hope he targets one made of muscle
OOOO Trust is just a gut feeling
And stabes that fool with knuckles
Right above his belt buckle
With the force of a school bus
The bully buckles over and thanks to Jehovah
The tussles over.
Writer: Bevan Clauson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid