I have decided I’m divine.

Caligula and Nero knew

A godliness akin to mine,

But they are strictly hitherto.

They’re dead, and what can dead gods do?

I’m here and now. I’m dynamite.

I’d worship me if I were you.

A new religion starts tonight!

No booze, no pot, no sex, no swine:

I have decreed them all taboo.

My words will be your only wine,

The thought of me your honeydew.

All other thoughts you will eschew

And call yourself a Thomasite

And hymn my praise with loud yahoo.

A new religion starts tonight.

But (you might think) that’s asinine!

I’m just as much a god as you.

You may have built yourself a shrine

But I won’t bend my knee. Who

Asked you to be my god? I do,

Who am, as god, divinely right.

Now you must join my retinue:

A new religion starts tonight.

All that I have said is true.

I’m god and you’re my acolyte.

Surrender’s bliss: I envy you

A new religion starts tonight.