My sweet old silver haired mother used to sing:

Sister Lucy she had a low necked dress.
Sister Lucy, she had a low necked dress.
Sister Lucy had a low necked dress, it was much too low I must confess
There's no hiding place down there!

There's no hiding place down there Hallelujah
There's no hiding place down there praise the lord
She ran to the rock to hide her face and the rock cried out no hiding place
There's no hiding place down there.

It isn't as good as God Fucked him up. But it's not bad.