Gather me grandchildren if you love a good mystery,
Gather me grandchildren for a little church history,
It's 2044, 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 tower-full,
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,
Gimme that old-time easy listening.
Colour me old-fashioned, but I still remember when the sermons were affirming 'cause the Lord liked us better then,
It's 2044, and I don't want to be my brother's keeper no more,
Colour me chicken yellow if I like it in the ozone,
Call me lemon jello if I lack a little backbone,
We're "King's Kids" dang it, and I 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 nightcap,
Gimme that old-time easy listening.
Gather me 'round children 'cause 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 do we strike it rich? - Kissing up to the powerful,
How do we make our pitch? - Satellites by the tower-full,
Why do you young hotheads have to go and get caught up in a radical phase?
I'm ok, you're ok, we're ok, so I think I'm gonna buy my own radio show,
Spread the good news and the 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, attaway,
Cuddle up, yeah, yeah, order now, don't delay,
Cuddle up, yeah, yeah, sleep it off, drool away.
