Sugar Won'T Melt In His Mouth

Sugar Won’t Melt in His Mouth By Elton Camp For Rufus it’s a weekly task To pull out his Sunday mask He dons it for an hour that day To assume a sanctimonious way A chrome fish his car does adorn To tell all that he’s been reborn Any little children he will greet A big smile for all he may meet And bogus words he does say “I’m to glad to see you today” “The Lord’s blessing be on you In every single thing that you do” The pastor’s sermon he’ll commend Yet thought, “When will it ever end” Service over and he’s paid his due So he returns to his personality true Rufus will scowl, curse and watch TV The filthiest sex show he loves to see And tells his wife he’ll be running late When, in fact, he is going on a hot date In his business he lies and cheats And delights to count his receipts When he finally draws near to his grave, It’s, “I’m sure the Lord my soul will save” Then at his funeral, the pastor will avow “He’s walking streets of gold right now”