Jesus is coming and I＇m a in crib

Gainesville is ugly, the landscape is grim

Everything I say won＇t leave my mouth

Everything I say comes crawling out

Jesus is coming and I＇m a in pinch

He takes the back road, the natives are thick

Everything I do sits on my lap

Every time I move I fall right back

Jesus is coming and I＇m under wraps

Martyr for dinner, but I want a snack

Everything I need is on my plate

Everything I want is getting strange