Eleven Saints

And if my cat looks scared it's because it knows

It won't be goin' to heaven.

Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh,

Not going to heaven.



If you ask how many saints it takes

The answer's eleven.

Oh, oh, 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 a coffee percolator going "wheee-eeeeeeee"

Me, oh, Mi-chelangelo and I

Were just sittin' by the train tracks reading Kafka to the sky

With the coffee percolators going "wheee-eeeeeeee"



Oh, oh, oh, yada-dada oh, oh, oh,

Ya dee da-da-da, dee da-da-da-da-da da-da-da.

Dee da da da da da.

Oh, oh, oh, yada-dada oh, oh, oh,

Ya dee da-da-da, dee da-da-da-da-da da-da-da.



If you'd like to bake me a loaf of bread

It's got to be unleavened.

Oh, oh, 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 a coffee percolator going "wheee-eeeeeeee"



Why, oh why, don't the riders in the sky

Turn fishes into wishes like the pumpernickel pie

While the old refrigerator's going

Boom, chi-ca, chi-ca-chi,

Boom, chi-ca, chi-ca-chi,

Boom, chi-ca-chi-ca-chi-ca

Boom, chi-ca, chi-ca-chi,

Boom, chi-ca, chi-ca-chi,

Boom, chi-ca-chi-ca-chi-ca

Boom, chi-ca, chi-ca-chi,

Boom, chi-ca, chi-ca-chi,

Boom, chi-ca-chi-ca-chi-ca

Boom, chi-ca, chi-ca-chi,

Boom, chi-ca, chi-ca-chi,

Boom, chi-ca-chi-ca-chi-ca



Oh, oh, oh, yada-dada oh, oh, oh,

Ya dee da-da-da, dee da-da-da-da-da da-da-da.

Dee da da da da da.

Oh, oh, oh, yada-dada oh, oh, oh,

Ya dee da-da-da, dee da-da-da-da-da da-da-da.



Man, oh, man,

What's that guy got-got-got in his hand?

It's an egg, it's a spoon, it's a snapshot of the moon!

It's a coffee, coffee, perco-lator-lator goin'-going "wheeee-eeeeeeee"



Me, oh, Mi-co-chelangelo and I

Were just sittin' by the train tracks reading Kafka to the sky

With the old refrigerator

Then the rusty cheese grater

And the dirty masturbator eating packs of Now & Later

While the coffee percolator's going "wheeeeee-eeeeeeeeee"