I'm getting antsy Sunday mornings
It's wrong but I'm saying "bye-bye"
To where I'm blocked in
My house, so I'm walking
To get to church with many guys

Maybe later folks will be mourning
I'll go even though risk is high
I have been missing
Preacher's blissful misting
On parishioners who're nearby

I am entranced by his words that soar
To the ceiling while I roll on the floor
'cause I'm getting antsy Sunday mornings
Ding-dong ring the bells up on high
I've been so grumpy
Don't care if pew's lumpy
I'm goin' to the church,
So many in church
Even though I risk the sweet by and by

I'm getting antsy Sunday mornings
Put on my suit and tie my tie
House is like a jail
I want to pray and wail
In the church with a flock o' guys

It's true that I may be suborning
Behavior that really ain't right
My sweet wife, Mabel
Puts on her best sable
To join all in some sainted rites

We may be trying something unsound
But we'll be huggin folks all around
'cause we're getting antsy Sunday mornings
Sing songs will we, raise voices high
Though we're all charming
Our numbers, alarming harming
So many in the church
And so many lurch
Together until everyone's close by

We're getting gangy Sunday morning
It's strong, the virus that's close by
Better-world beauties
Trump dread worldly duties
We're gathered in the church
Peter's on his perch
We've gone together to the church to die