I hung out with God the other day
And boy did we sure have a lot to say
He made fun of my shorts
I talked shit on his sandals
He said that Neil Young sucks
He's never heard of the Vandals
And I guess we won't get along
And I guess we won't get along
And I guess we won't get along
And I guess we won't get along
I hung out with God the other week
And we went for a walk
On down the street
He said I better repent
For everything that I've done
I said that he should get bent
I'm having way too much fun
And I guess we won't get along
And I guess we won't get along
And I guess we won't get along
And I guess we won't get along
I sat down with God this afternoon
Even though I had some other shit to do
He said I better shape up
If I want to breathe heaven's air
And I said
"Send me straight to hell 'cause all my friends will be there"
And I guess we won't get along
And I guess we won't get along
And I guess we won't get along
And I guess we won't get along