Cock a doodle doo! The cock calls him to action
He gets up and heads for the shower
In an hour the house will be buzzing with action
Hot iron in hand he’ll be attending pressing matters
He’ll iron his and his mother’s clothing
“I press to impress,” he once said in jest
And press he does every Sunday
For for church, for Jesus, you have to look your best
In his past life he praised a different God
He who art in the tavern
But tables have turned and he sings a different tune
He prays before eating, prays before leaving
And out of benevolence, prays for the thieving
At this rate he’d be first in heaven
His mind wanders to a job of which he let go
If only they will take him back he will go
But for now to church he must go
Cock a doodle doo the cock has called

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