Hallelujah Brother!
Practise, practice what you preach!
(repeat)
I’m here to tell you that
It’s what you do not what you say
That’s going to count on the Judgement Day
So practice, practice what you preach! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!
Now then we have a deacon here
Who runs a butcher shop
He likes to quote The Bible
As he weighs a steak or chop.
Wee deacon that seems mighty fine
But tell me just how come
You charge him for a ound of meat and half a pound of thumb!
Now brother Brown we hear your Voice a-singing in the choir.
You memorise the hymnbook
That’s a fact we all admire!
But if Saint Peter hears your songs I kind of calculate;
He also hears dem buttons you keep dropping in the plate!
And then we’ve got a sister
Here who gossips quite a lot.
She knows who’s going out with whom and if they ain’t why not.
Well sister if you want to sit beside the Golden Throne;
Stop talking about your neighbour’s sin?
Start thinking about your own!