If God’s a glittery gaudy God, perhaps I need to be bedeviled?
To walk the holy beaches nude or at least near half-disheveled.

If God’s a bright light fiery being full of brimstone and rage
perhaps I need a better God, that I can keep inside a cage?

If God’s a holy sparerib, a salty laughing cad
I think that that’s the God I’d love – he wouldn’t be half bad.