And here's to you, Mr. Robertson
Jesus hates us more than words can say (eh eh eh)
God bless you please, Mr. Robertson
Heaven holds no place for Darwin's aides
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)
You'd like to say a little bit about the Dover case
They'd better learn to help themselves
Don't turn to God when disaster strikes
He won't be there 'cause they ousted Him
And here's to you, Mr. Robertson
Jesus hates us more than words can say (eh eh eh)
God bless you please, Mr. Robertson
Heaven holds no place for Darwin's aides
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)
Life is too complex to say that God did not design
There's no way our ancestors were apes
Natural selection is a blasphemous affair
Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids
Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mr. Robertson
700 Club is righteousness (yes, yes, yes)
God bless you please, Mr. Robertson
Heaven holds no place for those who stray
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)
Sitting on a church pew on a Sunday afternoon
Screaming 'bout Darwinian debate
They lost their place in Heaven
When they went to choose
Ev'ry way you look at it, they lose
Where have you gone, Johnny W.
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you (Woo, woo, woo)
What's that you say, Mr. Robertson
Jesus C. has left and gone away
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)
Robertson's nonsense here.
Simon and Garfunkel's real lyrics here.
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