ElevenSaints Lyrics

If my cat looks scared it's because it knows
It won't be going to heaven
Ah woah-oh oh-oh
Not going to heaven

If you ask how many saints it takes
The answer's eleven
Ah woah-oh oh-oh
It's gonna take eleven

Man-oh-man what's that guy got in his hand
It's an egg, it's a spoon, it's a snapshot of the moon
It's the coffee percolator going wheeeeee!

Mi-oh-(Mi)chelangelo and I
We're just sittin' by the traintracks reading
Kafka to the sky
While the coffee percolator's going wheeeee!

Oh-oh-oh yadda-da-da-da Oh-Ohh-Oh
Ya-di-dadda-da Di-dadda-da-da
Yah-da-dah

If you'd like to bake me a loaf of bread
It's gotta be unleavened
Ah woah-oh oh-oh
Only unleavened

And if you'd like to eat the tomatoes in the patch
You've got to get past old man McGrevin
Oh-oh-oh oh
Try your luck with Mr. McGrevin

Man-oh-man what's that guy got in his hand
It's an egg, it's a spoon, it's a snapshot of the moon
It's the coffee percolator going wheeeeee!

Why-oh-why don't the Riders in the Sky
Turn them fishes into wishes
Like a pumpernickle pie
While the old refrigerator's going

Boom! Chicka-chica! Chi-boom! Chicka-chica!
Chi-boom! Chicka-chicka-chicka!
Boom! Chicka-chicka! Chi-boom! Chicka-chica!
Chi-boom! Chicka-chicka-chicka!

Oh-oh-oh yadda-da-da-da Oh-Ohh-Oh
Ya-di-dadda-da Di-dadda-da-da
Yah-da-dah

Woah-oh-oh yadda-da-da Ey-oh-oh
Ya-di-dadda-da Ye-dadda-da-da
Yah-da-dah

And man-oh-man what's that guy got in his hand
It's an egg, it's a spoon, it's a snapshot of the moon
It's a coffee percolator (Yeeeeeeeeee!)
And mi-oh-(Mi)chelangelo and I
We're just sittin' by the traintracks reading
Kafka to the sky
While the old refrigerator
And the rusty cheese grater
And the manic masturbators
With the packs of now-and-laters
While the coffee percolator's
Going wheeee-eeeeeee!