‘Was a couple years back when I first heard the good word.
HE spoke to me and told me what to do.
Well, Jezebel, yes I could tell was bound for hell.
She had to go, but I’ve got high hopes for you.
I saw a devil, blood-bad and stinking,
This one time when I was ill with flu.
He said, “Sup from the cup of my communion.”
I cast him out with Holy Joe kung fu.
No listen; my mission is baptism.
I’m saving sinners, healing cripples too.
The Lord’s work, though, is wanting for affection;
An ingénue with whom to bill and coo.
Could you find rapture with this lonely preacher?
No? P’haps you’re right:
___________________But Hey! ‘Was nice to meet ya!
