There was always a full house to hear
the preacher preach on Sunday.
Nobody wanted to be around to hear
the words he spoke on Monday.

Fussing and cussing at the top of his
voice he yelled.
If the spirit of Jesus was in him then
nobody could tell.

He sung mighty songs of glory on Sunday
and out singing the choir.
Couldn't stand to see the wife on Monday
because he had another desire.

She danced to the music as the pianist
hit all the right keys.
Praising the Lord this Sunday morning
asking God to supply her needs.

Monday afternoon when all the blessings
finally came through.
The praise dancer was hanging out in the
juke junk drinking and smoking *** too.

Sunday mornings you couldn't beat these
two trying to get in the first shout.
Rushing to get this day over with, so they
could see what Monday was all about.