Dig the new breed, down from Bangor, Maine Sunday afternoon, ruttin in the rain Had long shaggy hair, hangin on down on the ground Just to move his dung, took every man in town Lord he could ramble, lord he could rumble When he took to stompin grown men would stumble The slaughter house drowned in the ram's blood The butcher's family washed away in the flood The blood it flowed like a river to the sea And baby, that's where they baptized me He had great long horns harder than a pony keg Two comin out his head and one between his legs Great balls of thunder, full of spunk and shot All the ladies blushed while the men were pourin draught Lord he could ramble, lord he could rumble When he took to stompin grown men would stumble The slaughter house drowned in the ram's blood The butcher's family washed away in the flood The blood it flowed like a river to the sea And baby, that's where they baptized me Church lady asked me, "Are you washed in the blood, In the pore cleansing blood of that sacrificial lamb?" Hell no I'm washed in the blood of the ram Hell no I'm washed in the blood of the ram