I'm joining Willett's
Church of the Ultimate Naked TruthIt's a church that don't require
faith: in fact, it wants the proof
And it has a super acronym that's really quite uncouth
So join our church today
Glory, glory, halelujah
Hear ol'
Martin sock it to ya
Nothing here is taboo, yeah
So join our church today
The liturgy is simple, I'm sure it'll be a hit
I'll quote it here in full, it goes something like this, to wit:
We are born. ... We die. ... Get over it.
Our church will show the way
Glory, gee ad infinitum
Need some people - let's invite 'em
Need some songs - who's gonna write 'em?
Our church will show the way
You do not have to pay to join: it's absolutely free
There are no tithes or subscriptions and there ain't no members' fee
It's everything that you could ever want a church to be
So join (no need to pay)
Glory, glory, et cetera
It gets betterer and betterer
No need to become a debtorer
So join (no need to pay)
The strictures that our Martin has upon his church bestowed:
Show respect for life: look both ways 'fore you cross the road
If you do not want to end up squishied like an Aussie toad
So hear what I say
Glory, glory ad nauseam
Ain't no "Thou shalt not"s or mayhem
(We don't even have to pay him)
So hear what I say
No holy books or scripture, there's no prophets and no saints
No priests or sacrifices. And sacraments, there ain't
As nothing here is sacred, there's no "blasphemy" complaint
And ain't no need to pray
Glory glory Martin Willett
His church will multiply until it
Turns out that he has to kill it
(well, it rhymes, anyway)
Oh, dear, I have just spotted that it says there are no hymns
That's the thing about religions: always have their little whims
I'll have to drown my sorrows in a jug of holy Pimms
Goodnight. Goodbye. Good day.