f.o.a.m. Lyrics by Ben Parker/Arranged by Wevil Knievel January 2000 Scott doesn't have a job He's just a big o' slob He just barely squeaks by Anna's on his mind all day So he can hardly play How does he expect to get paid? We're fishers of all men It don't mean we don't sin We're just trying to live for God We're fishers of all men Singin this line again We're just trying to live for God Skip he cleans at a church And he thought it wouldn't hurt If he played with us for a while Skip doesn't talk a lot But the girls think he's hot And we think he's slick as snot Repeat Chorus Me yeah I'm just a geek A big tall lanky freak I'm the one who always speaks Bash Scott in every way But he loves me anyway Repeat Chorus