Today I will go to Christ the King
and sit in a hard plastic chair
I will lift my voice and sing
And admire Lindsey's hair
You may ask, would it say
My bum, if it could speak
NO! Not the hardened chairs of gray
For they will bruise the cheek!
It's true enough, I can't deny
The seats are awfully hard
So I will answer in reply
A pillow I'll bring my bum to guard
the end
