(Spoken)
And the Baptists are coming back on into New Orleans. The Southern Baptists came a few years ago, and they had a nice big convention down here, and we were lucky enough to get a copy of their manifesto, and, gosh, we put it to music. Aren't we lucky? And, uh, so here's a rendition of the Southern Baptist manifesto.
We don't like the h*mos
We don't like the blacks
We don't like the wicked,
Who tired of playin' craps
We don't go for dancin'
And we don't read the news
And except for that one,
We don't like the Jews.
As God's chosen people
God tells us the truth
He gave us the Bible
To confirm our views
So unless you're a Christian,
A Southern Baptist at that,
You're going to hell!
God don't cut no slack!
We talk to God each day
And God told us to ... stick it to the gays.
Don't let 'em marry
You know that that's not helpin'
'Cus Jesus hung with angels,
And not with fairies!
We talk to God each afternoon
And God told us to ... put it to the Jews
He told us in our Bible study cla**
For 3,000 years them Jews
Have been talkin' trash!
Now we ain't like the Nazis
And we ain't like the Klan
We are here to support our fellow man
To put him on the road
To the promised land
So they can visit our heaven
14,000-strong
We met down in New Orleans
And like a herd of sheep
Follow the good shepherd's lead
Marchin' with the Lord,
Quoting Deuteronomy
As WASP conservatives
In his Southern army
We called God, God called us back
And God say it's a shame
What's been happenin' there to the blacks
All around the South
Their churches have been burnin'
They got no place to do
Any of their wor-shipping.
You better rebuild them churches
Or soon you'll see
That they'll expect to come and pray
In 'your' community
And congregatin' with white folks,
Folks like you and me.
Imagine a black light
On my living Christmas tree!
Now we don't like the h*mos
We don't like the blacks
We don't like the wicked,
Who tired of playin' craps
We don't go for dancin'
And we don't trust the news
And except for that one,
We don't like the Jews.