Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Well, Sunday morning rolls around, and we head to church with a grin,
The preacher's got a tale to tell, 'bout Eutychus and his sin.
He's preaching loud, he's preaching proud,
about falling from a third-story window,
[Chorus]
Dozing in church, with the hymns all around,
Dad's in the pew, snoring to the sound.
He's always said Sunday's a day of rest,
And when I elbow him gently, he shouts "Amen"!
[Verse 2]
The preacher's sweating, his voice is hoarse, as he pounds the pulpit in zeal,
But Dad's head is nodding, his snores are real.
He's drooling on his Bible, dreaming of a Sunday nap,
While the preacher's voice echoes like thunderclaps.
[Chorus]
Dozing in church, with the hymns all around,
Dad's in the pew, snoring to the sound.
He's always said Sunday's a day of rest,
And when I elbow him gently, he shouts "Amen"!
[Bridge]
Now, our preacher ain't no Paul, but he's giving it his best,
As he tells the tale of Eutychus, hoping to impress.
While the preacher sweats and preaches, trying to keep us all awake,
Dad's in a world of dreams, floating on a tranquil lake.
[Chorus]
Dozing in church, with the hymns all around,
Dad's in the pew, snoring to the sound.
He's always said Sunday's a day of rest,
And when I elbow him gently, he shouts "Amen"!
[Outro]
So here's to Dad, the sleepiest saint this church has ever known,
Dreaming through sermons in a world all his own.
Next time, preacher, keep it short, or you might just find,
Dad's catching up on sleep, leaving Eutychus behind.
[Instrumental]
[Outro]
Next time, preacher, keep it short,
or you just might find,
Dad's catching up on sleep,
leaving Eutykus behind.
He's always said, it's a day of rest,
And when I elbow him gently, he shouts "Amen!"
Amen!
Amen!
