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Jesuit Bob Stylin’ to the Rhythms of 1968
And Lord we just wanna
Upon my folk guitar I plang three chords
I place the book of Psalms upon a stand
And I can sort of mix them for the Lord
And twankle-twank clichés throughout the land
And Lord we just wanna
Now with her tambourine comes Sister Jean
To help me score MY song (MY name comes first)
She’ll rhythm that machine to our happenin’ scene
And wrap our Jesus in a tune chain-versed
And Lord we just wanna
And Lord we just wanna
And Lord we just wanna
“And Lord we just wanna” is our sugary tone
But the holy copyright is mine alone
And Lord we just wanna
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