I'm gonna make a pledge to the TV preacher
And hope and pray that I get richer
Turn up the green on the picture
Have another swig of this hard liqueur
Breathing in the mist of the crop duster
Gazing at the stars that have lost their luster
Zieg Heil to the “In God We Trust-ers”
Oooh, Drug Busters
Soon as I escape to the Eastern Sector
I'll find a girl like Tammy Baker
Can the crust any flakier?
Oooh, Tammy Baker
Gonna make a pledge to the TV preacher
And hope and pray that I get richer
Turn up the green on the picture
Have another swig of this hard liqueur