Soul Stealers

Wobbly Doxology

35th edition, entitled 'The Boss."

Praise boss when moming work-bells chime.

Praise him for chunks of overtime.

Praise him whose bloody wars we fight.

Praise him, fat leech and parasite, Aw hell!

I pray dear Lord for Jesus sake

Give vs this day a T-Bone steak,

Hallowed be Thy Holy Name,

But don' forget to send the same.

Oh, hear my humble cry, O Lord,

And send us down some decent board,

Brown gravy and some German fried

With sliced tomatoes on the side.

Observe me on my bended legs,

Fm asking you for ham and eggs,

And if thou havest custard pies,

Id like, dear Lord, the largest size.

I quite forgot the quail on toast.

Let your kindly heart be stirred

And stuff some oysters in that bird.

Oh, Lord, we know Your holy wish,

On Friday we must have a fish.

Our flesh is weak and spirit stale;

You better make that fish a whale.

Oh, hear me, Lord, remove these "dogs,"

These sausages of powdered logs;

The bull beef hash and bearded snouts,

Take them to Hell or thereabouts.

With alum bread and pressed beef butts,

Dear Lord, they've damn near ruined my guts;

The whitewash milk and oleorine,

I wish to Christ 'd never seen.