Joe liked to have sex But the girls found him odd So he had an idea "I'll pretend I know god! I'll look in this hat Hold some rocks in my hand Tell the sheep there's an angel Oh, won't this be GRAND"
So Joe told his tales About darkies and pales And some wars that occurred And some dopes took his word And he said 'By the way God said you must pay Cause your soul you just rent So I'll take ten percent'
'And while we were talking, that god guy and I, he told me we'd all get to live in the sky with a whole bunch of girls who would do what we say and he said I should start with a harem today'
So Joe looked around at the girls in the town and chose which ones he would like to go down and those who objected were reminded that Joe had been told by the voice in the hat That he must be obeyed, there should be no more strife And when Joe said "I want her", you gave him your wife
And Joe kept this up (for the people were stupid) This make believe guy-in-a-hat-sort-of-cupid As long as he thought he could, longer than that Until some of the people said "hey, where's the hat?" We've taken about just enough of this stuff And then things got weird and then things got rough And the next thing you know, Joe got what he deserved But a lot of his BS was somehow preserved By another old goat with an eye for the ladies Who reminded the sheep while there wasn't a hades They better turn over the women for fun And reminded them all that he'd soon 'breed 'em young'