Feel real low, smoke a joint
Cuss real, make your point
Rock 'n' roll's all you play
Always getting your own way
Where you goin', where you been
Your cruddy heart is full of sin
In the words of Kenneth Hagin,
Face the facts, you're a pagan
Chorus:
You're a pagan, with a capital P
You're a pagan, full of idolatry
You're a pagan, that is what you bee
There's no fakin', fry like bacon
You're a pagan
You're a man whose out of shape
But before that, you were an ape
In eons past, you were a worm
Not long before, you were a germ
Where you goin', where you been
Your cruddy heart is full of sin
Like Charlie Darwin and Carl Sagan
You've evolved into a pagan
You're a pagan, with a capital P
You're a pagan, full of idolatry
You're a pagan, that is what you bee
There's no fakin', fry like bacon
You're a pagan
Sunday morning, go to church
Every monday, fall from your perch
Wednesday prayer fill your cup
Every friday, throw it up
Where you goin', where you been
Your cruddy heart is full of sin
Hear the charge that I am makin'
There is no doubt, you're a pagan
You're a pagan, with a capital P
You're a pagan, full of idolatry
You're a pagan, that is what you bee
There's no fakin', fry like bacon
You're a pagan...