Tennessee Buddha
Once there was a little red silly lookin devil
And he always wanted to stay out late
His mama said I'm gonna have to send you out to battle
If you ain't in bed at half past 8
So he sat in his room and he stared at the moon
And he had himself a real good think
He thought If being bad is half as good as being bad
Then I don't think that being good will be my thing
Wait, I mean if being bad is half as good as being good
Then I don't think that being good will be my thing. Doo doo doo
Once upon a time there was a couple words that rhyme
I don't remember what they were anymore
It fits a bill together, it was Dickinson and feathers
Right up their cellar door
No I don't recall if they existed at all
But once I heard an old man say
He said "Ain't it kinda scary how the good is temporary
But the bad it never goes away?"
He said "Ain't it kinda scary how the good is temporary
But the bad it always stays the same?"
Teenage Jesus thought reality was weakness
And was tired of being a bump on a log
Without a license or a title bought himself a motorcycle
And he was raisin hell at synagogue
Oh boy look out when his daddy found out
There was lightning bolts and hurricanes
"If you don't get your shit together I'ma make you live forever
And you'll die for all the whole worlds pain"
"If you don't get your shit together I'ma make you live forever
And you'll die for all the whole worlds pain" Doo doo doo
Once I heard a story that's a little sad and boring
If you look at things in a modern way
A redneck was enlightened and his senses mighty heightened
He was a student of the Parasol Way
He'd would hit his bong, sing his favorite 2 songs
And his Bible only said one thing
"Nostalgia is the enemy of everything"
So ima take a hammer to the memory bank
"Nostalgia is the enemy of everything"
So ima take a hatchet to the old worlds face. Doo doo doo
God Bless America
Sweet Home Alabamica
The Tennessee Buddha never sang a hallelujah
He just liked to park his ass in the shade
The Tennessee Buddha said "to hell with Chattanooga"
And he took a piss in Nickajack Lake, Doo doo doo
And he always wanted to stay out late
His mama said I'm gonna have to send you out to battle
If you ain't in bed at half past 8
So he sat in his room and he stared at the moon
And he had himself a real good think
He thought If being bad is half as good as being bad
Then I don't think that being good will be my thing
Wait, I mean if being bad is half as good as being good
Then I don't think that being good will be my thing. Doo doo doo
Once upon a time there was a couple words that rhyme
I don't remember what they were anymore
It fits a bill together, it was Dickinson and feathers
Right up their cellar door
No I don't recall if they existed at all
But once I heard an old man say
He said "Ain't it kinda scary how the good is temporary
But the bad it never goes away?"
He said "Ain't it kinda scary how the good is temporary
But the bad it always stays the same?"
Teenage Jesus thought reality was weakness
And was tired of being a bump on a log
Without a license or a title bought himself a motorcycle
And he was raisin hell at synagogue
Oh boy look out when his daddy found out
There was lightning bolts and hurricanes
"If you don't get your shit together I'ma make you live forever
And you'll die for all the whole worlds pain"
"If you don't get your shit together I'ma make you live forever
And you'll die for all the whole worlds pain" Doo doo doo
Once I heard a story that's a little sad and boring
If you look at things in a modern way
A redneck was enlightened and his senses mighty heightened
He was a student of the Parasol Way
He'd would hit his bong, sing his favorite 2 songs
And his Bible only said one thing
"Nostalgia is the enemy of everything"
So ima take a hammer to the memory bank
"Nostalgia is the enemy of everything"
So ima take a hatchet to the old worlds face. Doo doo doo
God Bless America
Sweet Home Alabamica
The Tennessee Buddha never sang a hallelujah
He just liked to park his ass in the shade
The Tennessee Buddha said "to hell with Chattanooga"
And he took a piss in Nickajack Lake, Doo doo doo
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Writer(s): Dan Spencer
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