Lyrics

Saturday Satan, Sunday saint Foolin' your neighbors That's what you think Readin' the good book Singin' the hymns Come Monday mornin' it's back to a life of sin Old brother Brown All week he steals Tells everyone 'Bout his big business deals The deacon walks by A dollar hits the plate Tryin' to buy hisself a ticket to the pearly gates Old sister Rose On the very first row Been a-sittin' right there Twenty years or so Never hears a word When the preacher speaks Too busy talkin' bout the bad girl down the street Saturday Satan, Sunday saint Foolin' your neighbors That's what you think Readin' the good book Singin' the hymns Come Monday mornin' it's back to a life of sin This little song Bears good advice Though some may think that it ain't too nice If you're one Who's wearing the shoes There's somebody out there that ain't nobody's fool Saturday Satan, Sunday saint Foolin' your neighbors That's what you think Readin' the good book Singin' the hymns Come Monday morning it's back to a life of sin