Met een gastoptreden van Gibby Haynes (Butthole Surfers) die geacht werd de zang voor Jesus Built My Hotrod te verzorgen. Een ladderzatte Haynes viel tijdens de opnames voortdurend van zijn stoel en slaagde er niet in een zinnige tekst uit te kramen. Producer Al Jourgensen was naar verluid twee weken bezig in de studio om van Haynes’  vocale bijdrage nog iets acceptabels te maken. Voor zover ik na kan gaan gaat de tekst ook helemaal nergens over, maar dat mag de pret niet drukken.
Soon I discovered that this rock thing was true
 Jerry Lee Lewis was the devil
 Jesus was an architect previous to his career as a prophet
 All of a sudden, I found myself in love with the world
 So there was only one thing that I could do
 Was ding a ding dang my dang a long ling long
Ding dang a dong bong bing bong
 Ticky ticky thought of a gun
 Every time I try to do it all now baby
 Am I on the run
Why why why why why baby
 If it’s so evil then?
 Give me my time, with all my power
 Give it to me all again (wow)
Ding a ding a dang a dong dong ding dong
 Every where I go
Every time you tell me baby
 When I settle down
 Got to get me a trailer park
 And hold my world around
 Why why why why?
Ding ding dong dong dong ding dong
 Dingy dingy son of a gun
 Half my time I tell you baby
 Never am I all for sure
Why why why why why baby
 Sicky sicky from within
 Every time I stick my finger on in ya
 You’re a wild wild little town bitch
Now how ‘bout ding a dang dong dong dong ling long
 Dingy a dingy dong a down
Every time you tell me baby
 When I settle down
 Got to get me a trailer park
 And hold my world around
 Why why why why?
In my dang a ding a ding a ding dong
 A sticky sticky son of a gun
 Ding a danga danga dong dong ding dong
 Why why never know
Why why wack a dong a dang ding dong
 Then you take it on the bill
 Ding dang dong don’t dong
 Whoa!
I want to love ya!
Why why why, why why darling
 Do you do you tell me to play?
 Half the time I talk about it all now baby
 You know what I’m talkin’ about I said
Why why why it’ll
 Ticky ticky ticky ticky son of a gun
Ding ding dong a bong bong bing bong
 Ticky ticky thought of a gun
Bing bing bang a bang a bang bing bong bing a bing bang a bong
 Binga bing a bang a bong bong bing bong bing banga bong
Bing bing bang a bong bong bing bing binga binga banga bong
 Bing bing bang a bang bang bing bong
Ding dang a dang bong bing bong
 Ticky ticky thought of a gun
 Every time I try to do it all now baby
 Am I on the run
Why why why
 It’ll ticky ticky ticky ticky ticky ticky
 Dawn of a gun
 Bing bing bang a bong a bong bing bang a
Ticky ticky thought of a gun
 Bing bip bip a bop bop boom bam
 Ticky ticky through the day
If you got a doubt ‘bout baby
 The memory is on the bed
 Why why why why why
 Darlin’ uh it don’t know
When my time is on
 Might tell me never do it on his own
 If my time was all as is yours
 Make me burn a wish
When my time with you is brutish
 No I’ll never not ever
Why why why why why why baby heavy hell
 Alone and it’s here it’s this thunder
 The thunder oh thunder
 Oh!
Jesus built my car
 It’s a love affair
 Mainly Jesus and my hot rod
Yeah, fuck it!
