Itchy, Itchy Scratch
Been sittin’ in this pew,
the minutes seem like hours.
And everything ‘twas said,
couldn’t tell you what’s the theme
Now I know I should be focused,
and giving all my attention
The truth... I’m so distracted,
it’s now reached quite extreme
Itchy, itchy scratch,
what could the problem be
Am I coming down with something...
the symptoms are all there
Should I stay... should I go
Don’t mean to make a scene
But as I get to be quite frantic
Everyone’s begun to stare
The preacher now has noticed
As heads begin to wag
Oh my, I’m so embarrassed
‘Cause it’s just my dumb shirt’s tag!
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