I am the leader of this group
And before Me all you others stoop.
Bend thou, adore Me on your knees
For I have HPs disease!

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Lights My face with its silver shoon.
Call Me "Lady", if you please,
For I have HPs disease!

For all you followers of the Law
Versed in ancient Celtic lore,
Tremble before My higher degrees,
For I have HPs disease!

Lions of Enoch, goats of Pan,
Your magic has but little span;
Know that I am greater than these,
For I have HPs Disease!

I am wonderful, I am good,
I am everything a Goddess should.
Kiss my lips, chest, groin and knees
For I have HPs disease.

You with mumps, diphtheria,
HIV, hysteria,
The earth will tremble when I sneeze,
For I have HPs Disease!