My congregation

Here’s a song meant to ex-p-pound

(Talkin’ ‘bout my congregation)

On some people heaven-bound

Might not be too long I’m t-t-told

Lots of them are gettin’ old 

This is my congregation

This is my congregation, baby

Once a week come rain or sh-sh-shine

We get out the door by n-n-nine

Seven minutes driving straight

Do the math we’re often late

My congregation

This is my congregation, baby

Sometimes we all f-fade away

"Just resting our eyes" is what we s-s-s-say

Maybe they’re shut for c-contemplation

Or maybe dream-based inspiration

This is my congregation

This is my congregation, baby

My my my congregation

I’m not trying to put us d-down

I just like to joke around

Truth is when I’m in a f-f-fix

Guess who’s always got my six

This is my congregation

This is my congregation, baby

My my my congregation

(Talkin' 'bout my congregation) [x4]

(Talkin' 'bout my congregation) This is my congregation [x7]