Something for the elders to hum as they march across the world in the lockstep of righteousness . . .
Sung to the tune of “
Grab your whites, put them on,
Read your fiancée’s Dear John,
As the elders go tracting along.
Gobble down mac ’n’ shazz,
Check your dunks and all that jazz,
As the elders go tracting along.
For it’s hit!—that!—door!
“Would you like to know some more?
All other faiths out there are wrong!
“Yes, this church, it is true,
We’ll explain it all to you,”
As the elders go tracting along!
