I Love My Tiki God


I love my tiki god…


My tiki god’s ears, his ears, they’ll never hear a sound
But I kind of like that
I don’t worry about him listening every day
‘Cause if he could hear, he’d hear me always putting everybody down
And those four letter words I say
But he can’t hear a thing.  That’s why I sing…


I love my tiki god…


My tiki god’s eyes, his eyes, they’ll never look at me
But I kind of like that
I don’t worry his looking down from way on high
‘Cause if he could see, he’d be seeing things no god should have to see
When it’s just me, myself and I
But he can’t see a thing.  That’s why I sing…


I love my tiki god…


Tiki god!  He’s so good
Tiki god!  He’s made of wood
Tiki god!  He’s so fina
Tiki god!  He’s made in China
Tiki god!  He’s so profound
Tiki god!  Oh no!  He just fell down!

Tiki god!


Tiki god!  Tiki god!  Tiki god!


My tiki god’s mouth, his mouth, it will never ever work
But I kind of like that
I don’t worry about the things that he would say
‘Cause if he could speak, he’d say I’m such a narcissistic jerk
And, “Boy you’d better change your way”
But he can’t say a thing.  That’s why I sing…


I love my tiki god…


Tiki god!  Tiki god!  Tiki god!