Up on th' hill Down by the river By the ocean Across the field By the word Of the boognish Lordy lordy lord I'm comin' home When I was younger My mamma told me She said 'gener, I wanna smell it.' Then she smelled it And it was smelly And she said Lordy lordy lord I'm comin' home In a dream Said he was comin' Boognish was risin' Up from the mist He held the scepter Of wealth and power He said, 'by god, I've come to take you home.'