If you are an atheist and can sing (or think you can sing), Q Transmissions, a weekly skeptical talk show based in Canada, is holding a contest. From their blog:

Q Transmissions wants YOU to sing us what is sure to be the next smash hit on the Skeptical charts… Fervent Unbeliever!

For lyrics and music go here. Thanks, Miss Prism!

Perform your best rendition of the song. YouTube, your blackberry, your laptop… it doesn’t matter how you do it as long as we hear your lovely (or not so lovely) voice serenading us. Like this!

Get all the fame and prestige that a skeptical talk-show on a community radio station can provide. And a prize!

The winner (or winners if there’s more than one individual singing the winning version) can have their choice of one of the sexy new pieces of Q Transmissions merchandise.

Please email your mp3 or video (or a link) to qtransmissions (at) cjsr (dot) com.

Contest ends January 2nd, and we’ll announce the winning entry January 9th.

The lyrics to the song:

The New Atheist Major-General

I don’t believe in Jahweh, Buddha, Ganesh, Zeus or Allah
And I don’t believe in Limbo, Hades, Heaven or Valhalla
I don’t believe in Brahma, karma, Rama, Thor or Jupiter
I’ve studied both the Testaments but can’t say which is stupiter

I’ve got no time for Odin, Ceres, Poseidon or Kingu
They’re as fictional as Sherlock Homes or Arthur Dent or Pingu 
Venus, Saturn, Mercury and Mars provoke my laughter
The one thing gods are good for is to name the planets after

I think that Christianity, Islam and Scientology
Are all a scam that preys upon a quirk of our psychology
I care not if you curse me in the name of Baal or Shiva,
For I am the very model of a fervent unbeliever.

I don’t believe in Atlas, Balder, Freia, Yam or Hester
Or in reincarnation, because when you die you fester
And I think the Holy Spirit as nonsensical as Frigg is
And I’ll happily eat lobsters, cows and tasty little piggies (yum yum!)

I thoroughly despise the likes of Donohue and Bakker.
I posit that the Eucharist is just a frackin’ cracker. 
Though many people call me an insufferable know-it-all
They’re equally dismissive when it comes to Quetzalcoatl.

I don’t need any mantra, tantra, deity or deva
For I am the very model of a fervent unbeliever.