Ministry Jesus Built My Hotrod ( Video Version)

Gibby came in absolutely shitfaced. He couldn t even walk. I looked at him, laughed, and said, Hey man. Well, let s see what you ve We set him up with a stool, gave him a microphone and a fifth of Jack, and played the track. But we didn t exactly get lightning in a bottle. Gibby started babbling some incoherent nonsense, knocked over the whiskey, and fell off the stool. We propped him back up again and heard, Bing, bang, dingy, dong, wah, wah, wah, ling, a CRASH Back on the floor. We went on like that for take after take, getting nothing but gibberish with a few discernible words, like baby, gun, trailer park, around, and Why Why Why Finally Gibby passed out. He was gone. And that was it. But I knew there was something there. If only I could extract the magic, it would be like pulling a diamond ring out of a septic tank. I edited the song on my twotrack at home. I spliced so much tape to make his gobbledgook should like words; I swear to God, even in my fuckedup state, I ha