| I know a man, maybe you know him, too
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| You never can tell; |
| he might even be you
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| He knelt at the altar, and that was the end
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| He’s saved, and that’s all that matters to him
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| His spiritual tummy, it can’t take too much
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| One day a week, he gets a spiritual lunch
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| On Sunday, he puts on his spiritual best
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| And gives his language a spiritual rest
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| He’s just a faaa…
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| He’s just a fat little baby!
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| Wa, wa, waaaaa…
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| He wants his bottle, and he don’t mean maybe
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| He sampled solid foods once or twice
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| But he says doctrine leaves him cold as ice
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| Ba, ba, ba, ba… ba, ba… ba, ba!
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| He’s been baptized, sanctified, redeemed by the blood
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| But his daily devotions are stuck in the mud
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| He knows the books of the Bible and John 3:16
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| He’s got the biggest King James you’ve ever seen!
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| I’ve always wondered if he’ll grow up someday
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| He’s momma’s boy, and he likes it that way
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| If you happen to see him, tell him I said
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| «He'll never grow, if he never gets fed.»
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| He’s just a fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fa-at, fat…
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| Fat, Fat, Fat, Fat, Fat, Fa-at, Fat…
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| FAT, FAT, FAT, FAT, FAT, FAT, FAAAAAT…
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| …baby… |