Longer boats are coming to win us They´re coming to win us, they´re coming to win us Longer boats are coming to win us Hold on to the shore, they´ll be taking the key from the door.
I don´t want no god on my lawn Just a flower I can help along ´Cause the soul of no body knows how a flower grows... Oh how a flower grows.
Chorus
Mary dropped her pants by the sand And let a parson come and take her hand But the soul of no body knows Where the parson goes, where does the parson go?