Oh, thank you
Thank you Mr. Morris
For your little scandal
That’s raising every eye
Oh thank God
For people like you, but
Except for His grace
I guess there go I
You’ve become the talk of the town
All the churchgoers wear a frown
I wonder if they taught morality
In your seminary
As they fill the pews
Wondering what you’re going to spew
Picking the specks with might
While your log’s in plain sight
Oh, thank you
Thank you Mr. Morris
For making my job easier
Easier to testify
I’m sure they all will
Want to follow your example
Surely want to sample
Your religious pie
As if I didn’t have
Enough faults of my own
Makes me dreadfully ashamed
Why should I utter Your name?
Won’t they laugh at me
When I hardly can agree
With the great preacher
Who forgot what he preached
Thank you
Thank you Mr. Morris
For making that big reminder
Now I testify
That I’m no winner
But just the same a sinner
Except for His grace
I know there go I