Longer boats are comeing to win us comeing to win us their comeing to win us Longer boats are comeing 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 nobody knows How a a flower grows Yes How a flower grows Longer boats are comeing to win us comeing to win us their comeing to win us Longer boats are comeing to win us hold on to the shore They'll be taking the key from the door Mary dropped her pants by the sand and let a parson come and take her hand But the soul of nobody Knows where the parson goes, G's Where The parson go (Refrão)