Look! No Strings!

Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord' That was the Armley tabernacle choir. Next we'll be hearing the true story of an American housewife who claims to have taken mid-air photographs of Jesus Christ in the skies of Indiana. High above the streets and houses Misses Meta Battle, with one hand on the Valium and one hand on the bottle Somewhere over Indiana, eight miles high Meta Battle sees the good Lord wandering 'cross the sky Have your fun whilst your alive You won't get nothing when you die Have a good time all the time because you won't get nothing when you die Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord' Gobsmacked, William Shatnered Meta does a double take Come on baby, do the camera shake Half expecting from the aisle a certain Mister Beadle Watching you, watching us, watching Misses Meta Battle Have your fun whilst your alive You won't get nothing when you die Have a good time all the time because you won't get nothing when you die Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord' Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord' Meta Battle shot her Lord And watched him tumble down And now there's people out with Polaroids all around town And who knows, that Jesus on the church near your house may well be the original Kiss it as you pass Have your fun whilst your alive You won't get nothing when you die Have a good time all the time because you won't get nothing when you die Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord' Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord' Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord' Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord' Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'