It's Sunday morning

and the rooms begin to fill,

little heads nodding all in a row.

The churches are packed,

like tuna or rill,

little heads nodding all in a row.

The lesson teaches nothing,

but to sit there full of stuffing,

little heads nodding all in a row.

People go shopping

for the faith with their favorite topping,

little heads nodding all in a row.

Or they are born into a groove,

from whence they will not move,

little heads nodding all in a row.