Oh lordy, lordy Lord

This is to you
My ancient one
The master of the universe

The Master of my bum

You made it all happen
You are not a you
You are full of poo

What is the reason
For the emperor's treason
Nothing, not known,

Look to the stars
They will give better
conversation

We project our lights onto them
As we do
Onto your face

A face hidden
But as public
As the superloos

Thirty Cents
To see your God
Fart in his face

A most precious smell
From most precious part
Oh that holiest of holy fart.