Pastor Jack, you saved my
I nearly died and lost my wife
You made me better, and made me well,
And saved me from a certain Hell.
Life was hard and life was
Morning breakfast always gruel
Money - none. No hope for me
Till Pastor gave me a cup of tea.
Pastor Jack - wot a man!
I think I am his biggest fan
I love his face, his feet are cute
Pastor Jack - wot a beaut!
Sex and drink
all for fun
never think of damage done
I was a vandal no abode
Then pair of sandals and a robe
Made me fine made me nice
no more wine no more vice
Cult O' Life
and Pastor Jack
Saved me strife and heart attack.
Sinning, swearing, cursing too
Never knowing 'twas wrong to do
Pastor stopped me in the street
Told me I had smelly feet.
'Smelly feet?' Said I, quite mad
'I'll sort you out, you mincing cad'
Pastor Jack's hand touched my head
'Feel the power,' was all he said.
He washed my feet with Fairy Snow
Toes a-tingling, all aglow
Disinfected my body and mind
Pastor Jack is very kind.