Thanks to Ann Barnhardt at www.barnhardt.biz we have our first glance at the tryouts for altar servers and the new processional hymn that will be used.
Altar Server Tryouts
New Processional Hymn: Lyrics Below
Lyrics:
Each morning, a missionary advertises neon sign
He tells the native population that civilization is fine
And three educated savages holler from a bamboo tree
That civilization is a thing for me to see
So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don’t want to leave the congo, oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle, I’m so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go
Don’t want no bright lights, false teeth, doorbells, landlords, I make it clear
(That no matter how they coax him) I’ll stay right here
I looked through a magazine the missionary’s wife concealed
(Magazine, what happens)
I see how people who are civilized bung you with automobile
(You know you can get hurt that way Daniel)
At the movies they have got to pay many coconuts to see
(What do they see, darling)
Uncivilized pictures that the newsreel takes of me
So bongo, bongo, bongo, he don’t want to leave the congo, oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle, he’s so happy in the jungle, he refuse to go
Don’t want no penthouse, bathtub, streetcars, taxis, noise in my ear
(So, no matter how they coax him) I’ll stay right here
They hurry like savages to get aboard an iron train
And though it’s smokey and it’s crowded, they’re too civilized to complain
When they’ve got two weeks vacation, they hurry to vacation ground
(What do they do, darling)
They swim and they fish, but that’s what I do all year round
So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don’t want to leave the congo, oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle, I’m so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go
Don’t want no jailhouse, (shotgun) fish hooks (golf clubs) I got my spears
(So, no matter how they coax him) I’ll stay right here
They have things like the atom bomb (so I think I’ll stay where I am)
Civilization, I’ll stay right here
All Along the Watchtower 
Amazon mass. Mass of what. Mass of money. Scoop was close, but didnt follow up. See those godly looking fellows in the big robes and big fish hats walking around with their hands folded in prayer…..how nice.
They are ministers of Money. Big money. And they get it for doing nothing…except dressing up and walking around with their hands folded in prayer. The CC sits on tons of money. And the prelates own it all, and more rolls in from catholics buying their way to heaven. Old rich people leaving millions to make sure they get to heaven.
Well, what to do with all this money.
Spend it on the living….themselves. Why not. Its their money. Charity hospital workers go unpaid. In the words of the mafia bosses…..Hell no, i aint gibben dem dis muny…..Heheheheheheheh.
Bishop after bishop lives in splendor. Priest parties every nite. Dinner parties. Fine dining. Nothing wrong with enjoying ones self. Lord knows i would be having a gay ol time with all that cash.
Ever been to Rome? Its party time. Nite clubs, pizza, beautiful people. The young priests of Rome are living the life. Homo sex parties fueled with lots of cocaine. Hell, why not. Theres nothing but money in those boxes. Catholic charities in Rome? Sorry, we need that money for the good life. Rome, the most morally bankrupt city around, run by mafia bosses….dressed in big flowing robes and big fish hats with their hands folded in prayer.
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