It's running slow, I almost cry
Lost my glasses, time just passes
And it's past time, to say good-bye
Had no time for a shower
Just Kleenex and warm spit
I'm cross because I
Might not make it
It's just another something
Just seems to get in the way
Chorus:
Lord, well I've done something wrong
Try to hurry in vain, kids got me half insane
I'm only half-dressed well, to my dismay
It's Nine O'Clock Sunday
I'm half awake, and what's at stake
Church starts real soon, that's my plight
My wife's warning she knows what all the folks will say
But hey, that's all right
Well we haven't be late now, in over a year
Unless you count last week, or so I hear
Now the phone's ringing it's so hard to
just get away
[chorus]
Well I tuck in my flab, as a doughnut I grab
And I'm off to the Church with my crew
At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder,
What would Jimmy Swaggart do?
Lord, well I've done something wrong
Try to hurry in vain, kids got me half insane
I'm only half-dressed well, to my dismay
Lord, well I've done something wrong
Try to hurry in vain, kids got me half insane
I'm only half-dressed well, to my dismay
To my dismay
It's Nine O'Clock Sunday
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