Gather around, children, if you love a good mystery
Gather around, children, for a little church history
It's 2044, and you're avoiding our turn of the century ways

How do we strike it rich? Kissing up to the powerful
How do we make our pitch? Satellites by the towerful
Why do you young people have to go and get caught up in a radical phase?

My conscience was clear and my wallet was full
I didn't hear none of this sacrifice bull!
Tough times call for a backtrack
Give me that Old Time Easy Listening!

Color me old-fashioned, but I still remember when
The sermons were affirming, 'cuz the Lord liked us better then
It's 2044 and I don't wanna be my brother's keeper no more

Color me chicken-yellow if I like it in the ozone
Color me lemon-jello if I lack a little backbone
We're KINGS KIDS, dangit! and we used to know what a housekeeper was for

Tickle my ear and I'll pay for your show
Sing about stuff that I already know
Whisper sweet nothings, pour a night-cap
And give me that Old Time Easy Listening!

Gather, me grandchildren, 'cuz your faith is a mystery
Gather, me grandchildren, for a little church history
It's 2044 and I miss our turn of the century ways

How did we strike it rich? Kissing up to the powerful
How did we make our pitch? Satellites by the towerful
Why do you young hot-heads have to go and get caught up in a radical phase?

I'm okay! You're okay! We're okay, so...
I think I'm gonna buy my own radio show
Spread the good news and play Barry Manilow
Happy talk! No rock! Non-stop Easy Listening!

Cuddle up, yeah yeah... Twelve hours, twice a day!
Cuddle up, yeah yeah... Simmer down, 'atta way!
Cuddle up, yeah yeah... Order now! Don't delay!
Cuddle up, yeah yeah... Sleep it off, drool away.

--Steve Taylor, Easy Listening
posted by Stephen at 12:52 PM | |