Yeah!
I'd just like to point out that for god knows how long
We have, in fact, been living in a world in which the company
That once made these peanuts no longer makes them
You do the math!

You must try to lead a good life
You must do unto others as you would have them do
So that when you die, you'll find Golden Boy peanuts
Waiting in the afterlife for you

There are no pan-Asian supermarkets down in hell
So you can't find Golden Boy peanuts
There are no pan-Asian supermarkets down in hell
So you can't find Golden Boy peanuts

Let me hear it

Yeah

Yeah!

If thine enemy oppresseth thee
Well you must let him oppress you some more
So that when you die you'll eat those delicious peanuts
In the lovely packaging from Singapore

With the drawing of the young Chinese farmer
The rising sun behind him gazing at you from the shelves
If we want to spend eternity in paradise
We're gonna have to watch ourselves

You must give to the March of Dimes
You must be on guard against wickedness at all times
And you will find that your efforts have brought you great joy
When your spirit is munching on that Golden Boy

There are no pan-Asian supermarkets down in hell
So you can't buy Golden Boy peanuts there
But the streets of heaven they're all lined with shells
And there's billboards of the Golden Boy everywhere

There are no pan-Asian supermarkets down in hell
So you can't buy Golden Boy peanuts
There are no pan-Asian supermarkets down in hell
So you can't buy Golden Boy peanuts...
Hey!

Yeah
One more time

Thank you, goodnight
We're gonna get a glass of water then play the encore.