Sup my rad little rascals! (What did you call me?) Today is some of my favorite songs. It is also funny. I LOVE Newsboys, they are some of my Favorite Artists. Let’s Take a look at the lyrics!
Shine
Dull as dirt,
You can’t assert
The kinda light that might persuade
A strict dictator to retire
Fire the army,
Teach the poor origami.
The truth is in,
The proof is when you hear your heart start asking
What’s my motivation?
And try as you may
There is no way
To explain the kinda change
That’d make an Eskimo renounce fur
That’d make a vegetarian barbecue hamster
Unless you can trace this about-face to a certain Sign
Shine.
Make ’em wonder whatcha got.
Make ’em wish that they were not
On the outside looking bored.
Shine.Let it shine before all men.
Let em see good works and then
Let em glorify the Lord.
Out of the shaker and onto the plate,
It isn’t karma it sure ain’t fate
That would make a deadhead sell his van
That would make a schizophrenic turn in his crayons
Oprah freaks
And science geeks
A rationale that shall excuse this strange behavior
When you let it Shine
You will inspire the kind of entire turnaround
That would make a bouncer take ballet
Even bouncers who are unhappy
But out of the glare
With nowhere to turn
You ain’t gonna learn it on “What’s my line?”
Shine.
Make ’em wonder whatcha got.
Make ’em wish that they were not
On the outside looking bored.
Shine.Let it shine before all men.
Let em see good works and then
Let em glorify the Lord.
Lol-ing Yet???? Guess not… Lets Try the breakfast song!
Hold the milk, put back the sugar
They are powerless to console
We’re gathered here to sprinkle ashes
From our late friend’s cereal bowl
Breakfast clubbers, say the motto
That he taught us to repeat:
“You will lose it in your gym class
If you wait till noon to eat”
Back when the chess club said our eggs were soft
Every Monday he’d say grace and hold our juice aloft
Oh, none of us knew his check-out time would come so soon
But before his brain stopped waving, he composed this tune:
When the toast has burned
And all the milk has turned
And Captain Crunch is waving farewell
When the Big One finds you
May this song remind you that
They don’t serve breakfast in hell
Breakfast clubbers dropped the hankie
Though to some our friend was odd
That day he bought those pine pajamas
His check was good with God
Those here without the Lord, how do you cope?
For this morning we don’t mourn like those who have no hope
Oh, rise up Fruit Loop lovers, sing out Sweet and Low
With spoons held high, we bid our brother Cheerio
When the toast has burned
And all the milk has turned
And Captain Crunch is waving farewell
When the Big One finds you
May this song remind you that
They don’t serve breakfast in hell
Any Thing?!?!?! Ugh. Let’s Try Another one!
Jonah
Up to my ears
In bitter tears.
Can’t believe I’ve sunk this low
As I walk the plankton
Inner sanctum.
Got outta Dodge,
Sailed on a bon-less
Bon voyage.
You said North,
I headed South.
Tossed overboard.
Good Lord, that’s a really large mouth
I’m sleeping with fishes here,
In the belly of the whale.
I’m highly nutritious here,
In the belly of the whale.
Bad food, lousy atmosphere.
I don’t want to bellyache.
How long is this gonna take?
Woke up this morning kinda blue,
Thinking through that age-old question:
How to exit a whale’s digestion?
It might behoove me to be heaved.
Head out like a human comet
Hmmm… I wonder what rhyme with comet.
I’m sleeping with fishes here,
In the belly of the whale.
I’m highly nutritious here,
In the belly of the whale.
I’m ready to reappear.
I don’t want to bellyache.
Lord, how long’s this gonna take?
End times, they come rolling around.
Enzymes, they come breaking us down to the core.
The good Lord grants we all get a second chance.
I’m one of the dishes here,
In the belly of the whale.
They say I’m delicious here,
In the belly of the whale.Lord, please make him chuck it all.
It’s a gut call
In the belly of the whale.
I’m in the belly of the whale.
In the belly of the whale.
I’m in the belly.
In the belly of the whale.
I’m in the belly of the whale.
In the belly of the whale.
I’m in the belly…
In the belly of the whale
In an underwater jail
It’s a tight squeeze.
It’s a-gettin’ to me,
But it’s roomier
Than the tail.
Hey, sailor,
Got my flow free
Like a salmon to the sea
From the L.A. Symphony.
I’m a paddle boat
Paddlin’ in their wake,
A fake free-styler,
But my unemployment pays.
I’m avoiding cliches
Like “whale of a tale” say
Or “you can’t keep
A good man down, ”
‘Cause you can
And I’ve been there, man.
But I’ve been expectorated.
I’m elated!
I’m free like Willie!
Happy Day!
Oops,
That’s a bit of a cliche.
In the belly Of a Whale…..
ANYTHING?!?!?
Uh Newsboys, Got any more songs?
Guess Not.
Comment Bellow if you Laughed!
