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So admittedly back in the day the combination of me Dan, David, and Matt were referred to by Sunday school teachers as, “The Terror Squad.” One of the things we were known for was changing the lyrics to songs or singing classics already developed by others, for example, “Joy to the World,” being a song about a frog.  My original contribution to this effort was verse two of what you are unfortunately about to read.  It’s been about thirty years for that one lonely verse and the rest of the verses just sort of came into being today. Maybe I read this assignment wrong and I am just eating up a yummy confirmation bias cupcake filled with the joy of doing something I want to here.  I saw that it seemed that the assignment is to write a parody of a song and make that parody relevant to church stuff.  So without further cringe I give to you the seven deadly sins explained in song.  Also I switched songs on you.  Bad Steve. Very very no.  (the tune is God Rest ye Merry Gentlemen).  Wait, who wrote this anyway, I am pretty sure it was written by anonymous person totally, uh, not named Steve?
 
In pride I share that I’m the best
Agree or else bleep bleep
I’ll tell you all my feats of strength
Tell you fall deep asleep
I am the greatest of them all 
As you can clearly see
 
Oh good tidings to me and only me
Only me
Good tidings to me and only me
 
Good rest ye merry gentlemen 
unto which I implore
I bring you all together
Because I want much more
I ask of you for everything that
You have ever owned
 
Because I am very greedy 
Give it to me
Yes I am very greedy
 
Oh good the next is lust
What shall I even say?
Uh stuff in things and bad and yep
Now I will run away
Uhhhhhhhhh-hhhhhhhhhh
 
Awkward lets go to the next one
The next one
Awkward lets go to the next one
 
Dude bro your stuff is really cool
But I wish it was mine
No fair I want it cuz it’s nice
So I will fuss and whine
I hate you because your stuff 
Should really be all mine
 
You suck cuz I think you are cool
Gimmy your stuff
You suck cuz I think you’re cool
 
I’d share with all you peasant folk
Except…….. no
I’d rather eat each tasty bite 
And watch my stomach grow
Yeah diabetes heart attack 
But it’s so tasty so
 
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Just for me
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
 
Oh pleasant one who’s so much fun
Unless you don’t agree
So nice cheerful and wonderful
And then ka-blewy
One finger waves and happy days
Of running for your life
 
Oh if you get stuck with me
Then you should flee
Oh flee if you get stuck with me. 
 
Sloth it is the Seventh Sin
Or at least that’s what I’ve been

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