Lyrics

I broke it off with my old bad habits
Like socks with sandals and late-night rabbit snacks
Got zapped by grace like a cosmic slap
Now I’m preaching truth in my bubble wrap cap

Saw a dude with a tat on his jelly-roll gut
It danced like Jell-O in a jumpy rut
Had to stare just to find the beat
His belly was preaching on repeat:

*"Jesus saves"*—right above the navel ring
He stood on a crate in his underpants swing
Shouted stuff about a dream and pie
And maybe how Jesus likes curly fries

🎶 *What would people say, if they hear I bake communion bread all day?*
*What would people do, if they saw my Bible's duct-taped too?*
*I don’t really care if they think I’m off my peak*
*There ain’t no disguising the geek!* 🎶

Kamikaze—yeah, I dove headfirst
Into Sunday school with holy thirst
The high-and-mighty look confused
Like I just announced I eat hymnals with my food

Met a guy in a cactus cloak
He slept on sand and told squirrel jokes
Locust lunch with a crunchy beat
Said truth’s not dead—it’s dancing in bare feet!

🎵 People say I’m odd—does that make me stranger
‘Cause my bestie was born near a cow in a manger?
Moonwalkin’ through the book of Luke
Wearing socks with sandals and a praise kazoo flute 🎵