The saints came marching in this morning
And they marched back out the door wholly offended
No pun intended

They gave up God for Lent and liked it
Declared civilian war, no one's re-'lected
No pun intended

I'll make due and stand-up here all week
I've learned to sign so that death can watch me speak

Saints came marching back this evening
And they fell right through the floor, their number's ended
No pun intended

The 'Amen' caught us marching orders
Got nailed to my front door, they're all amended
No pun intended

The king with the one-liners had us thrilled
Then came the punchline, now we want him killed

And when he's gone, gone
Who gets the mic, if it's on'

The buzzards are attacking our bread lights
We lost the air war, now we're losing squatter's rights

When they're gone, gone
We'll need a new comedian

The king and I began a feud that time will not erase

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