TRITE WORSHIP SONGS

This song has been doing the rounds on the Church music blogs for ages. 

Naff composers are always working

Worship songs in the hymnbook lurking

Waiting there for a fool to request them

Fear that day for we detest them

Tear out the page

Tear out the page

Trite Worship Song

With a chorus that's strangely catchy

Trite Worship Song

Which the men can't sing

Starts really low

Then the chorus goes ultrasonic

Meanings obscure and the words don't rhyme

Sing it once and you'll soon regret it

Sing it once and you'll never forget it

(It's) in your head and you can't stop humming

Eyelids twitching and fingers drumming

Stop up your ears

Stop up your ears

Trite Worship song

With a chorus that's strangely catchy

Trite worship song

For the family Mass

You know the type

So beloved of trendy vicars

Sandles and socks and a folk guitar

Round the altar the priest is prancing

Chances here for liturgical dancing

Arms are waving and hands are clapping
Tuneless strumming and tambourine slapping

Long hair and beards

Long hair and beards

Trite worship song

With a chorus that's strangely catchy

Trite worship song

Which the men can't sing

Starts really low

Then the chorus goes ultrasonic

Don't know the words

But I'll just hum along