The preacher went suddenly quiet
He was told he must go on a diet
The pulpit was straining
Holy water was draining
And the congregants threatened to riot.
The milkmen of Iceland all say,
"Drink plenty of moo-juice each day"
Such advice they don't follow
'cause they can't seem to swallow
so their bodies are withering away.
It's time for a dip in the pool
So hot out, I'm starting to drool,
I could sure use a drink
Something chilly and pink
Like they teach you in bartenders' school.
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