You found me at some party
You thought Id understand
You barreled over to me
With a drink in each hand
I respect your beliefs, girl,
And I consider you a friend,
But Ive already been born once,
I dont wanna to be born again.

Your knowledge is impressive
And your argument is good
But I am the resurrection, babe,
And youre standing on my foot!

But my little boat is empty
It dont go
And my oar is broken
It dont row, row, row
But my little boat is empty
It dont go
And my oar is broken
It dont row, row, row
(row!)

Your tiny little face
Keeps yapping in the gloom
Seven steps behind me
With your dustpan and broom.
I couldnt help but imagine you
All postured and prone
But theres a little guy on my shoulder
Says I should go home alone.
You keep leaning in on me
And youre looking pretty pissed
That grave youve dug between your legs
Is hard to resist.

But my little boat is empty
It dont go
And my oar is broken
It dont row, row, row
But my little boat is empty
It dont go
And my oar is broken
It dont row, row, row

Give to God what belongs to god
And give the rest to me
Tell our gracious host to fuck himself
Its time for us to leave.

But my little boat is empty
It dont go
And my oar is broken
It dont row, row, row
But my little boat is empty
It dont go
And my oar is broken
It dont row, row, row
Row...row...row...row...