It's kind of blasphemous
I shouldn't be sayin' this
But lyin' is not my particular sin
I talk to god and all
It seems like i only call
When easy turns rough and hard or dangerous
Owe more than i can carry in my fair-weather arms
(i kind of treat him like a?)
Pot bellied buddah i take down from my shelf
When i get in a pickle
When i can't help myself
My pot bellied buddah
Rub his tummy and pray
Til i'm clean out of trouble
Then i put him back on the shelf for another day
Flappin' my arms again
?danger, will robinson!
Something is spinnin' beyond my control
That's when the god of all
Shrinks to a cupie doll
Not what i mean, but do i confess
Promise whatever if he'll clean up my mess
(like he's a?)
Pot bellied buddah i take down from my shelf
When i get in a pickle
When i can't help myself
My pot bellied buddah
Rub his tummy and pray
?til i'm clean out of trouble
Then i put him back on the shelf for another day
(you have offended a xiaolin temple)
You're so much bigger than i can conceive
You pick me up off a shelf, i believe
Gave me forever
A love without end
You'll be my king and my friend
(not just )
Pot bellied buddah i take down from my shelf
When i get in a pickle
When i can't help myself
My pot bellied buddah
Rub his tummy and pray
?til i'm clean out of trouble
Then i put him back on the shelf for another day
Yeah yeah