On The Ra-did-e-o, Amen

When the sun goes down over the septic tank,
don't be doin' a Kama Sutra on the linoleum,  
or moonin' over the moon while pooing  
up yonder, in the outhouse on wheels.  
And don't be choking the chicken, playing  
 Euchre, when Big Mama Thornton sings,  
 Cotton Pickin' Blues. As cousin Billy Swaggart  
 slings the gospel, when the Brussels sprouts  
 come marching in, on the ra-did-e-o. Amen.