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
   (Chorus)
   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
   (Repeat chorus)
   Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card
   Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'
   Meta Battle soht 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
   (Repeat chorus)
   Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card
   Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'
   (Repeat)
   Susej em kcuf ho
   (Repeat)