MTC

Lyrics by Cory Smith, music by Dire Straits (Money For Nothin')

Huh!

Now look at them young kids, they know how to do it

Start their missions at the MTC

They start workin', early in the morning 

ending at evening on a bended knee


Now I ain't kiddin', that's the way they do it

Lemme tell ya, them kids ain't dumb

Learn a language faster than a speeding bullet

Study till their noggins all go numb


Three thousand plus, geared up adolescents

Totin’ scriptures in backpacks

They’re wearing shoes that, might last forever

They’re wearing suits from Mr. Mac’s


There’s also sisters wearing earrings and make-up

Yeah buddy, that’s right, they can

That’s good and fine but let me tell you something 

They dominate at teaching lesson plans


Three thousand plus, geared up adolescents

They can work up, an appetite 

After six weeks of, straight BYU food

Sometimes pizza shows up at night


Move-a, move-a

Huh!


Lots of young, motivated adolescents

Doing laundry, on P-day

Then there’s the time spent, just writing letters

They tell their moms, they’re doin’ ok


Look-a-here, look-a

She speaks in French, “baptise s'il te plait”

He says in Spanish, “bautizado”

How ‘bout that, mama?  Too bad they’ll, probably never use it much

In Twin Falls, Idaho


And that guy there, stop that! Don’t raise your voices

He and his companion always disagree

Oh, that ain't workin', that’s not how you do it

They’ve got issues to discuss at their next “inventory”


Three thousand plus, geared up adolescents

Obedience is the key

Good thing they’ve each got, a little handbook

it states the rules explicitly 


Listen here, 

now,

They start working’, early every morning

That’s how they do things at the MTC

They can’t do it, not all by themselves

They have to get down on a bended knee


Study, two months long

Bended knee

Study, two months long

Bended knee


I survived, nine weeks at, the Provo MTC

I survived, nine weeks at, the Provo MTC