O Lord, please don't burn us.
Don't grill or toast Your flock.
Don't put us on the barbecue
Or simmer us in stock.
Don't braise or bake or boil us
Or stir-fry us in a wok.
Oh, please don't lightly poach us
Or baste us with hot fat.
Don't fricassee or roast us
Or boil us in a vat,
And please don't stick Thy servants, Lord,
In a Rotissomat.
From Monty Python's The Meaning of Life
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Haha, I remember that scene in the movie. The lyrics is hilarious enough, but in the movie it's sung by prepubescent choir boys!
ReplyDeleteI've got to watch that movie again. Thanks for the reminder.
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