Ah, the Festival of Life is 'in' to save my fuckin'
soul
They don't want me drinkin' piss or screwin' round no
more
But they've got fuckin' Buckley's chance I'm giving you
the score
Still the Festival of Life keeps tryin' to save my
fuckin' soul
It's Saturday afternoon at last, it's what you've
waited for all week
Relax and put the feet up, turn the footy on TV
You're expecting Vern and Bluey round, they'll probably
stay all night
A coupla mates and a coupla beers - aw, Christ, this is
the life
Well, here they are already, you just heard the car
door slam
You wedge yourself out of your chair, get up to let 'em
in
But it's some wanker that you've never met, with a
briefcase in his hand
Some prick just out of Bible school, who thinks he's
God's right hand
Halleluiah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Chorus
Ah, the Festival of life keeps tryin' to save my
fuckin' soul
They don't want me drinkin' piss or screwin' round no
more
But they've got fuckin' Buckley's chance I'm giving you
the score
Still the Festival of Life keeps tryin' to save my
fuckin' soul
'I'm Elder Robbins 'n' he's Elder Pike 'n' we'd like to
talk to y'all
'Bout eternal salvation, won't take but a minute or
more
We got a book we think y'aII should read, 'bout how
y'all should live
My, what a charmin' home y'all have - y'all mind it we
come in?'
'Well, I'd love t'invite yer in yer know, but the
joint's a fuckin' mess
And there's an orgy ragin' in the lounge, and every
cunt's undressed!
And I'd love yer to meet the missus, Shirl, but she's a
bit crook in bed
She says she's got a real sore throat through givin'
too much head!'
Gobblegobble, gobblegobble, gobblegobble
Repeat Chorus
All snuggled up on Sunday mornin' and you wake up with
a horn
You grab the missus on the arse, oh, Christ she feels
so warm
The scene is set, the mood's just right, you're about
to slip it in
Then - (knock knock, knock) - there's that fuckin' door
again!
'Good morning, sir, did I get you up?
Sorry, I'm David and this is Pam
We're missionaries who've come to talk of Man's eternal
plan
And to discuss the holy future and reflect the holy
past.'
So you flash your dick and scream 'I'll holy shove this
up your arse!'
Up your arsehole, up your arsehole, up your arsehole
Repeat Chorus
Well it's not like it's just once or twice, it's every
damn weekend
Now how d'ya think they'd like it if we done the same
to them?
You know, turn up on their doorstep at a time they
least expect
Try and ram our way of life down their fuckin' necks!
Just imagine for a minute the reception that you'd get
With a couple of stick books in your hand and a carton
on the steps
And your missus chewin' chewin' gum in a really low-cut
dress
And you in thongs and overalls-you know, your fuckin'
Sunday best!
What a yobbo, what a yobbo, what a yobbo
Repeat Chorus
Gidday, we're pissed-up testecostacals, I'm Kevin and
this is Shirl
We've come to introduce you cunts to a whole new
fuckin' world
We've come to preach the good news, we think it's what
you need to hear
We'll show you more fun in five minutes than you've had
all fuckin' year!
Now You, sweetheart, you come with me and I'll teach
you how to sin
And Sister Shirl, old sort, 'll suck your sav until
your 'ead caves in~
Aw shit, your missus just fainted, so we won't bother
comin' in
We'll just piss off back to our place-just drop ten
bucks in the tin
'Nother carton, 'nother carton, 'nother carton
Repeat Chorus Twice
