You found me at some party
  You thought I'd understand
  You barreled over to me
  With a drink in each hand
  I respect your beliefs, girl,
  And I consider you a friend,
  But I've already been born once,
  I don't wanna to be born again.
    Your knowledge is impressive
  And your argument is good
  But I am the resurrection, babe,
  And you're standing on my foot!
    But my little boat is empty
  It don't go
  And my oar is broken
  It don't row, row, row
  But my little boat is empty
  It don't go
  And my oar is broken
  It don't row, row, row
  (Row!)
    Your tiny little face
  Keeps yapping in the gloom
  Seven steps behind me
  With your dustpan and broom.
  I couldn't help but imagine you
  All postured and prone
  But there's a little guy on my shoulder
  Says I should go home alone.
  You keep leaning in on me
  And you're looking pretty pissed
  That grave you've dug between your legs
  Is hard to resist.
    But my little boat is empty
  It don't go
  And my oar is broken
  It don't row, row, row
  But my little boat is empty
  It don't go
  And my oar is broken
  It don't row, row, row
    Give to God what belongs to God
  And give the rest to me
  Tell our gracious host to fuck himself
  It's time for us to leave.
    But my little boat is empty
  It don't go
  And my oar is broken
  It don't row, row, row
  But my little boat is empty
  It don't go
  And my oar is broken
  It don't row, row, row
  Row...row...row...row...