Christopher The Conquered - Ants of Polk County lyrics

400,000 ants on a shaky leaf And a man the size of the moon blowing as hard as he can Sooner or later, those ants are gonna fly They're gonna fly, they're gonna fly whether they got wings or not They're gonna soar to the edge of the world as they sing, "Hey-oh, won't somebody save us?!" Then the Lord will swoop down you see, He's got His own wings They're made of gold and magic and other fancy things And they are powered by the faith of the converted Well, He'll pick up those ants in the palm of his hand Set 'em right back down on some nice stable land Right in the middle, right smack dab in the middle of Polk County Folks everywhere 'round the city Began to move their a**es Yeah, God decided it was time for them to dance Well, he pointed His finger, said, "Dance, poor man, dance! You're gonna do what I say!" And on the eighth day, the Lord said, "Let Polk County Shake."