Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

Also known as “The Pagan Song”

We will follow Zarathustra, Zarathustra like we used ta, I’m a Zarathustra boosta, And he’s good enough for me!

CHORUS: Give me that old time religion, Give me that old time religion, Give me that old time religion, ‘Cause it’s good enough for me!

We will worship with the Buddha, Among gods, there is no one cute-a, Comes in silver, brass, and pewta, And he’s good enough for me!

We will worship with the Druids, Dancing naked in the woods, Drinking strange fermented fluids, And it’s good enough for me!

We will pray with the Egyptians, Build pyramids to put our crypts in, Cover our subways with inscriptions, And it’s good enough for me!

In the church of Aphrodite, The priestess wears a see-through nightie, She’s a mighty religious sightie, And she’s good enough for me!

We will pray to Father Zeus, In his temple we’ll hang loose, Eating roast beef au jus, And that’s good enough for me.

We will worship Sun Myung Moon, Though we know he is a goon, All our money he’ll have soon, And that’s good enough for me.

We will go down to the temple, Sit on mats woven of hemp(le), Try to set a good exemple [sic], And that’s good enough for me.

If it’s good enough for Dagon, That conservative old pagan, Who still votes for Ronald Reagan, It’s good enough for me

We will have a mighty orgy, In the honor of Astarte, It will be one helluva party, And it’s good enough for me.

We will sacrifice to Yuggoth, Carve the signs of Azag-Thoth, Burn a candle for Yog-Sothoth, And the Goat with a thousand young.

We will all be saved by Mithras, We will all be saved by Mithras, Slay the bull and play the zithras, On that resurrection day.

We will all bow down to Enlil, We will all bow down to Enlil, Pass your cup and get a refill, With bold Gilgamesh the Brave.

It was good enough for Loki, It was good enough for Loki, He thinks Thor’s a little hokey, And he’s good enough for me.

We will all go to Nirvana, So be sure to mind your manners, Make a left turn at Savannah, And we’ll see the Promised Land.

It was good for old Jehova, He had a son who was a nova, Hey there, Mithras move on ova’, A new resurrection day.

Where’s the hash gong? I can’t find it, I think Black Flag is behind it, For he’s always been cymbal minded, And that’s good enough for me.

I hear Valkyries a-comin’, In the air their song is comin’, They forgot the words they’re hummin’, Yet they’re good enough for me.

There are people into voodoo, Africa has raised a whoodo, Just one little doll will do you, And it’s good enough for me.

It was good for Thor and Odin, Grab an axe and get your woad on, Till the Giants went and rode in, And it’s good enough for me.

It was good enough for Odin, Though the croakin’ was forbodin’, Until the giants road in, And it’s good enough for me

If your rising sign is Aries, You’ll be taken by the faeries, Meet the Buddha in Benares, Where he’ll hit you with a pie.

There will be a lot of lovin’, When we’re gathered in our coven, Quit your pushin’ and your shovin’, So there’ll be room enough for me.

There are followers of Conan, And you’ll never hear ‘em groaning, Followed Crom up to his throne (in), And it’s good enough for me.

It could be that you’re a Parsi, It could be that you’re a Parsi, Walk on by her; you’ll get in free, And you’re good enough for me.

Azathoth is in his Chaos, Azathoth is in his Chaos, Now if only he don’t sway us, Then that’s good enough for me.

Just like Carlos Casteneda, Just like Carlos Casteneda, It’ll get you sooner or later, And it’s good enough for me.

We will venerate Bubastes, We will venerate Bubastes, If you like us then just ask us, And that’s good enough for me.

We will all sing Hari Krishna, We will all sing Hari Krishna, It’s not mentioned in the mishna, But that’s good enough for me.

We will read from the Cabala, Quote the Tree of Life mandala, It won’t get you in Valhalla, Yet it’s good enough for me.

It’s the opera written for us, We will all join in the chorus, It’s the opera about Boris, Which is Godunov for me.

There is room enough in Hades, For lots of criminals and shadies, And disreputable ladies, And they’re good enough for me.

To the tune of Handel’s “Largo,” We will hymn the gods of cargo, ‘Til they slap on an embargo, And that’s good enough for me.

Praise to Popacatapetl, Just a tiny cigarette’ll, Put him in terrific fettle, So he’s good enough for me.

We will drive up to Valhalla, Riding Beetles, not Impalas, Singing “Deutschland Uber Alles,” And that’s good enough for me.

We will all bow to Hephaestus, As a blacksmith he will test us, ‘Cause his balls are pure asbestos, So he’s good enough for me.

We will sing of Iluvatur, Who sent the Valar ‘cross the water, To lead Morgoth to the slaughter, And that’s just fine with me.

We will sing of Foul the Render, Who’s got Drool Rockworm on a bender, In his cave in Kiril Threndor - They’re both too much for me.

We will sing the Jug of Issek, And of Fafhrd his chief mystic, Though to thieving Mouser will stick, And that’s good enough for me.

Of Lord Shardik you must beware, To please him you must swear; ‘Cause enraged he’s a real Bear, And that’s good enough for me.

You can dance and wave the thyrsos, And sing lots of rowdy verses, Till the neighbors holler curses, And that’s good enough for me.

Let us celebrate Jehovah, Who created us \ab/ \ova/, He’ll be on tonight on Nova, ‘Cause he’s good enough for me.

Montezuma used to start out, He would rip a certain part out, You would really eat your heart out, And he’s good enough for me.

We will go to worship Zeus, Though his morals are quite loose, He gave Leda quite a goose, And he’s good enough for me.

It was good enough for Loki, For he is the god of Chaos, And this verse doesn’t even rhyme, or scan. Fuck you! It’s good enough for me.

Let us sing to old Discordia, ‘Cause it’s sure she’s never bored ya, And if she’s good enough for ya, Then she’s good enough for me.

We will go to worship Venus, Though we hear she’s kind of mean (us), She might bite you on the - elbow, But she’s good enough for me.

Well, we went to worship Venus, And, by god, you should have seen us, ‘Cause the clinic had to screen us, But she’s good enough for me.

We will go and worship Isis, She will help us in a crisis, And she’ll never raise her prices, So she’s good enough for me.

We will sing a song of Mithras, Let us sing a song of Mithras, But there is no rhyme for Mithras! Still he’s good enough for me.

We will go to worship Kali, She will help us in our folly, She’d be quite an armful, golly! And she’s good enough for me.

We will all bow down to Allah, For he gave his loyal follow- Ers the mighy petro-dollah, And that’s good enough for me.

Let us sing to Lord Cthuhlu, Don’t let Lovecraft try to fool you, Or the Elder Gods WILL rule you, And that’s good enough for me.

Let us watch Ka.ka.pa.ull, Frolic in her swimming pool, Subjecting chaos to her rule, And that’s all right with me.

Let’s all listen up to Jesus, He says rich folks like old Croesus, Will be damned until Hell freezes, And that don’t sound good to me.

Let us do our thing for Eris, Goddess of the discord there is, Apple’s golden, it’s not ferrous, and that’s good enough for me.

Of the Old Ones, none is vaster, Even Cthulhu’s not his master, I refer to the unspeakable - - - * And that’s good enough for me. *well, do YOU want to say it?

Let us sing for Brooharia, Though the blood’s a lot less cleaner, It’s not Christian Santaria, So it’s good enough for me

Timmy Leary we will sing to, And the things that he was into, (Well, at least it wasn’t Shinto), And that’s good enough for me.

We shall sacrifice to Otis, and Lotus, Spode, and Rotus, Though the normals may not notice, It will be good enough for me.

Then we’ll worship with the Fruitcakes, (better than those Buddhist flakes), Bowing for the weekly keepsake, And it will be good enough for me.