 Living in an Amish paradise Hitching up the buggy, churning lots of butter Raise a brunt on Monday, soon I'll raise a nodder Think you're really righteous, think you're pure in heart Well I know I'm a million times as humble as thou art I'm the pious guy the little omelettes wanna be Like on my knees day and night, scoring points for the afterlife So don't be vain, and don't be whiny Or else my brother I might have to give medieval on your hiney