| 8. Jesus loves the unborn children Jesus loves the unborn children, all the children of the wombs. Sickly, healthy, deformed, "right": they are precious in His sight. Jesus loves the children of the wombs. Jesus loves the unborn children, all the children of the wombs. By rape, incest, or broken Trojan, test-tube implant, cryo-frozen. Jesus loves the children of the wombs. Jesus loves the unborn children, all the children of the wombs. If you abort the least of these, so you do to the Lord Jesus. Jesus loves the children of the wombs. Note 1: The following Loftus children lent their voices: Matthew, Joel, Emma, Noah, and Hannah. Jesse and/or Keller may have. Grace, Phillip, and Faith were present that day, also; the only sounds they contributed were the background noises which emanated from tearing my apartment to pieces. Note 2: "Jesus Loves the Little Children" was written by C. Herbert Woolston (words) and George F. Root (music, 1820 - 1895). Note 3: I think many pro-life Christians, even, abandon their position on abortion in the cases of children conceived by rape or incest. But if such a child is not considered one of the "least of these", then I don't know who is. Note 4: Why did I include the lyrics to this song--with ugly words like "rape", "incest", and "Trojan"--in the liner notes that were packaged with every CD? Those words--the images they convey--are ugly. "Abortion" is even uglier, but not many people have difficulty pronouncing that word. |
| 9. dr. richards I used to have a doctor, his name was Dr. Richards. Every time I went there, he got a little richer. Every time I left there I was in more pain, and I would swear that I would never go back again. I had an ingrown toenail; it hurt like the blazes. He cut it with a scalpel; I had a few choice phrases. "You're a monster, you're a quack, you're a villain and a fiend. You're the worst veterinarian that I've ever seen." Dr. Richards, Dr. Richards, I hate your style. Dr. Richards, Dr. Richards, you're a surgical crocodile. Dr. Richards, Dr. Richards, you couldn't unzip a zipper. If it were between you and Jack...I'd opt for Dr. Ripper. "You're an ogre, you're a coward; you're a danger to the practice." He inserted needles 'til I looked like a cactus. "You're a fraud, you're a nazi; you're a stooge and a fake. You're as friendly as a bedsore and as kindly as a snake." I screamed, "You bloody tyrant, don't you work by sense of sight? You're dicing up my left foot but the ingrown's on my right." Don't think he ever heard me--like yelling at a twister. He'd just say, "Hold still, Debi." That's the name of my sister. Chorus He didn't seem to hear me or the shrieks that I was makin'. He just went on cutting like I were a side of bacon. He continued slicing into my ingrown toenail with the Ginzu knives he bought at a Blue Light sale. I doubt he went to med school; I'd like to see his diploma. I bet his residency was on a farm in Oklahoma. Don't think he has a license, except for the one James Bond has. He just needs some more time...in a cell in Alcatraz! Chorus Can't say that I'm ungrateful for his healing touch, but he welds instead of stitiches and that's a bit too much. He might just be a bit old; time has loosened some of his screws. He was in his sixties during World War II. Not saying I am better; I'm not one to point the finger. As poor you are a doctor is as poor I am a singer. I pray you get to heaven--there we'll be the best of friends. "But keep your distance from me" is my plea to you 'til then. Chorus Note: But he's still preferable to Kaiser Permanente. |
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| 10. whom shall i fear? Link to the God bless amoronica page. |
| 11. cable tv Septic tank of old shows. How the cesspool grows and grows. As excreted e-piss-odes overflow our square commodes. Cable T.V.: you help us thhbbppt our lives away. Five hundred channels to thhbbppt our lives away. Time and taste did not disperse these old shows. And what's worse, They're backed up on us, what a curse. Like a flush in reverse. Chorus You can't serve God and the square bowl. Only One can save your soul. Note: This is song #1 of the Junk Trilogy. |
| 13. God bless americka Link to the God bless amoronica page. Note: This is song #3 of the Junk Trilogy. |
| 12. junk (hey, hey!) Junk is all around me. Hey, hey! It's coming through my T.V. Hey, hey! Don't want no junk around me. Hey, hey! So, I threw away my T.V. Hey, hey! Junk is all around me. Hey, hey! On the info-superhighway. Hey, hey! Don't want no junk around me. Hey, hey! So, I exited that highway. Hey, hey! Junk is all around me. Hey, hey! So, I'm reading God's Word daily. Hey, hey! Don't want no junk around me. Hey, hey! On my knees I'm praying daily. Hey, hey! Note: This is song #2 of the Junk Trilogy. |
| 14. mrs. ed Moab wants me to curse God's sons. At first I said, "No." But there could be some gold, so I'll think about it. "Moab, not for a house of gold! Well, hold on a sec, let me go back and check with God about it." Up now, donkey; giddy-ap, horse. You're keeping me from going my course. Move it, mule; get off your rump. You're making me look like quite a chump. Donkey, let's get ready to go. It's a nice day to ride; let me saddle your hide...and be still about it. Donkey, no need to go slow. You know the way to carry the sleigh, so be quick about it. Up now, donkey; giddy-ap, horse. You're keeping me from going my course. Move it, mule; get off your duff. I've had enough of this sitting stuff. Donkey, why now the strange route? You turned to the field. Better keep your eyes peeled and be right about it. Donkey, you smashed my foot in the wall. You know I'm quite frail with my ingrown toenail--it hurts quite a bit. Up now, donkey; giddy-ap, horse. You're keeping me from going my course. Move it, mule; get off your can or I'll strike you with my stick in hand. Balaam, you've had me for years. Has it ever been true that I've disobeyed you or been rude about it? Balaam, tell me what I have done. You struck me three times as you sang those bad rhymes that all ended with "__it". Up now, donkey; giddy-ap, horse. You're keeping me from going my course. Move it, mule; get off your seat. It's time to start to move your feet. "BUT THE DONKEY SAW ME AND TURNED ASIDE FROM ME THESE THREE TIMES. IF SHE HAD NOT TURNED ASIDE FROM ME, I WOULD SURELY HAVE KILLED YOU JUST NOW AND LET HER LIVE." Donkey, I give you a new name. Because I'm not dead, I'll call you "Mrs. Ed" and be glad about it. Numbers 22 Note: Please commend me for having resisted singing, "Move it, ___; get off your ___." :-) |
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