Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of lifeEnd over end, neither left, nor the rightStraight through the sun of them righteous uprightsDropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
Make me, oh, make me, Lord, more than I amMake a piece in your master game planFree from the earthly temptation belowI've got the will, Lord, if you've got the toe
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of lifeEnd over end, neither left, nor the rightStraight through the sun of them righteous uprightsDropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
Bring on the brothers who've gone on beforeAnd all of the sisters who've knocked at your doorAll the departed, dearDrop loved ones of mineAnd stick 'em up front in the offensive line
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of lifeEnd over end, neither left, nor the rightStraight through the sun of them righteous uprightsDropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of lifeEnd over end, neither left, nor the rightStraight through the sun of them righteous uprightsDropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
Yeah, dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of lifeEnd 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.: Well, now that I’ve read most of the Sunday paper, I have decision to make. I always start reading the paper with the obituaries. If I’m not listed in that part of the paper, I reason that it’s going to be a good day, but I don’t want Meow Z. Tongue to dropkick the planet through the goalposts of life; so I suppose I must call Tom the Tabby back and tell him what my decision is concerning saving the world. He gave me a day to make my decision, so I took my time and thought about what he said yesterday. I suppose that, for the good of the world, I could tell him that if one of his rivals is thrown into The Kennel, I’ll take care of him or her.
I hate to lie, but this may be the only way to keep Meow Z. Tongue from ending the earth’s exitance, along with all its inhabitants. I’ll call Tom now. (ring).
“Hello, Tom it’s d.c scot. Nurse, author, blogger and.…”
TTT. Stop right there!
I gotta know right now!
Before we go any further!
What is your decision, d.c.?
d.: Well, since the fate of the world is at stake, I suppose that I can agree to your terms.
TTT.: Dat’s fabulous! I had me boys go and find da big guy, and I haves him on my Facetime app ons me Smartphone Infinity now. I’ll patch ya thru ta El Gordo Gato.
Cat Lover Lady: Who’s a good boy? Do you want another belly rub? That’s the fourteenth one today, but who’s counting? You’re such a joy to have in our home. Do you want some catnip?
Meow (Oh, yes, please. I ain’t never gonna leave my human slave, or this planet. This is the ideal situation for me. All I have to do is say my first name and I can get whatever I want).
d.: Tom, the deal’s off. Meow’s not going to destroy the earth any time soon. You can take care of your enemies yourself.
TTT.: Curses! Foiled again! If’n I ever catch dat cat lover lady wit out Meow Z. Tongue ta protect ‘er I’ll…
d.: That’s all the time we have for today, folks. Please join us tomorrow for another episode of Cal.E.’s Korner.
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