Passing Strange Cast, Baptist Fashion Show Lyrics from "Passing Strange"
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Baptist Fashion Show Lyricsby Passing Strange Cast. From Passing Strange Baptist Fashion Show by Passing Strange Cast BAND Da Da Da Da, Da Da Da Da MOTHER These catty church bitches give me the blues, And Lord, look at these shoes... NARRATOR And you know... Church people were all about the shoes. BAND Mama says you gotta go To the Baptist Fashion Show... NARRATOR Silk ties, shiny purses, fancy hats, and jewels. BAND Mama says you gotta go... Jesus gonna save your soul. NARRATOR And that Christian catwalk was real unforgiving... BAND Mama says you gotta go, But she didn't wanna go... NARRATOR ...to anyone who couldn't fit in for a living. BAND Mama says you gotta go... To the Baptist Fashion Show... NARRATOR Holy war on Sunday morning... It was war on Sunday morning... Now the church on Adams Boulevard is usually a bore. The ladies wave fans and the old men snore. The kids cut up on cue in the very back pew, And the Holy Ghost ain't been here since 1972. They got real estate, college funds, jobs with benefits, Home-owners, debutantes... YOUTH This place is as phony as it gets. NARRATOR LOOK! Everybody sharp, Ain't not one head nappy. But it's been a long time since the church got happy. And with their judgmental eyes, See, they've all just realized... PHILISTINES Fourteen years old and still ain't been baptized... NARRATOR Now just as he thought, "This'll be a nightmare come true," His conviction turned to ice in that chilly church pew, His convication turned to ice in that chilly church pew. YOUTH Jesus'll make it back here before I do. NARRATOR He saw the brownskin-ded ladies in their oversized crowns, And the jet-black deacons with them "Don't you do that" frowns, And the high yellow girls in their skin-tight gowns, A collection of verbs disguised as nouns. And ev'ry Sunday she pushed him, But she never wanted to go. Ev'ry Sunday he listened, But he didn't want to know. It's too bad they never talked about, The shared truth that dwelled below: Who could handle the pressure of this Baptist Fashion Show? [Thanks to Miranda Gardner for lyrics]
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