Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
End over end, neither left, nor the right
Straight through the sun of them righteous uprights
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
Make me, oh, make me, Lord, more than I am
Make a piece in your master game plan
Free from the earthly temptation below
I've got the will, Lord, if you've got the toe
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
End over end, neither left, nor the right
Straight through the sun of them righteous uprights
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
Bring on the brothers who've gone on before
And all of the sisters who've knocked at your door
All the departed, dear
Drop loved ones of mine
And stick 'em up front in the offensive line
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
End over end, neither left, nor the right
Straight through the sun of them righteous uprights
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
End over end, neither left, nor the right
Straight through the sun of them righteous uprights
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
Yeah, dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
End over end, neither left, nor the right
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Paul Charles Craft
Dropkick Me Jesus lyrics © Screen Gems-emi Music Inc., Black Sheep Music
d.: I suppose I should find Meow Z. Tongue
and ask him not to destroy the planet based on Cal.E.’s email report,
but I would really like to go see how T. Puppy Katt
is doing with her assignment playing centerfield for the Astro’s triple z farm team, the Port Author Poodles. From what I’ve been told, she’s very fast and is an above average fielder, but she needs to work on her batting and her arm is a little weak for the position. She needs to work on these two areas if she’s to be the first female centerfielder for the Astros, and the voicemail she left on my phone last night sounds like she’s getting a little discouraged.
Only barking twice is unusual for her when she calls me. Usually, it’s a minimum of three barks, unless someone is coming to take her to the dog park. Then, she may be in too much of a hurry to leave me three barks, but she sounded down last night. I suppose I should delegate the responsibility of finding Meow Z. Tongue to someone reliable while I’m in Port Author watching the Poodles play, but who would be reliable enough to trust with such an important assignment?
Eudora is still visiting her sister, Yetta Nather on the east coast. She and her husband run a cruise line.
and Cal.E. is on another planet in another galaxy. I would ask her husband, Tucker Tucker Two, a.k.a. The Cat Fighter Formerly Known As The Tuxedo (who really needs a shorter nickname) Now Simply Known As T Because Triple T Was Already Taken
is in hiding training for the Cat Olympics four years for now. He won the gold medal for individual cat fighting, but he and Cal.E. were disqualified when she left the galaxy before the competition. He’s determined to be the all-time record holder for most gold medals at the Cal Olympics, and he wants to do it in all different categories. The only one he lacks is the mixed-gender tag-team cat-fighting gold medal, and he needs his partner, his wife Cal.E to participate to do that. I guess that leaves me only one possibility for me to keep the Earth from being drop kicked through the goal posts of life by Meow Z. Tongue, and it’s not a good one…
Sorry folks, but we’re out of time for today. Please join us tomorrow for another episode of Cal/E/’s Korner.
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