There's a peeping tom in the eye of God's house,
Shooting insulin as quiet as a church mouse,
Tried to clean his bones from a suffer well,
Turned his head, couldn't stand the smell.
Thrill,
Thrill.
A thrill a minute,
A thrill a minute, baby,
A thrill a minute,
A thrill a minute.
A life-size crucifix was stolen from the wall,
Organist played Amazing Grace for them all,
Hooker in a red skirt testified and repented,
While the deacons passed a snake, stared and squinted.
Thrill,
Thrill.
A thrill a minute,
A thrill a minute, baby,
A thrill a minute,
A thrill a minute.
Let me paint you a picture...
Paper taxis full of eyes,
Chocolate pulpits racing by,
Floating boardwalks of candy canes,
Cashmere penguins with see-through wings.
Yeah,
Yeah,
So many colours.
Someone had a spirit, ran up and down the isle,
When the shouting stopped, the choir laid in a pile,
Bellringer pulled the rope, was lifted of his feet,
Pastor disrobed, took the money to the street.
Thrill,
Thrill.
A thrill a minute,
A thrill a minute, baby,
A thrill a minute,
A thrill a minute.
Give me a thrill,
I see them done so many things,
I've been around.
