Idi Amin Was Sippin’ Tea With The Mutant (Sittin’ In My ’70 Buick)

I don't mind if God's alive, but I know the medals that I strive to gain in time
I worry if cars will jump curbs, and if the virgin meat will rot, for the dogs to eat

Idi Amin was sippin' tea with the mutant, sittin' in my '70 Buick
Bosco was there, looking for signs of life

I wouldn't care if bushes burned, but if seas parted, I would surely lose all hope
I wonder if liars will jump ship, and find the shoreline with the aid of a star

Old Sebri, selling donuts on the corner, laying with my '59 Indian
Cookena was there, looking for Roxanne Lynn