Overture lyrics

It's time to season the fruit garden sister Jesus asked me to put your name backwards (on backwards) on the marquee (the marquee) I pleaded the fifth and headed into the legs of a pregnant entrepreneur (entrepreneur) The invention we made was lathered in a correction So political it would blow that flap right off your bow tied ass Humdinger shouts the scum of a pastor as the brothel sings taunt church hymns (TALKED) That liberal money brought through the ladderday And oh by the way the monk said suck the entrepreneur The monk said suck the entrepreneur The monk said suck the en-tre-prene-ur (TALK HAPPY)