Oh, all right ..........

If you insist.

WHEN THE ROLLS ARE PASSED UP YONDER

New lyrics by Sonja W. Oates
Parody of "When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder" ( James M. Black, 1893)

When the crumpets of the Lord shall 'round the flock be passed once more,
In that coffee break, eternal, bright and fair;
In the same way that we gathered week by week to do God's chores,
When the rolls are passed up yonder, we'll be there.

When the rolls are passed up yonder,
When the rolls are passed up yonder,
When the rolls are passed up yonder,
When the rolls are passed up yonder we'll be there.

On that heav'nly breakfast morning when the yeast of life shall rise
For God's hungry reborn chillun' all to share;
For God's brown 'n' serves and bread to be prepared.
When His chosen ones shall gather to receive celestial pies,
And the rolls are passed up yonder, we'll be there.

When the rolls are passed up yonder,
When the rolls are passed up yonder,
When the rolls are passed up yonder,
And the rolls are passed up yonder, we'll be there.

We shall labor in God's kitchen from the dawn till setting sun,
Kitchen queens who've ever baked with love and care;
Then when coffee hour is over and God's main course has begun,
And the rolls are passed up yonder, we'll be there.

When the rolls are passed up yonder,
When the rolls are passed up yonder,
When the rolls are passed up yonder,
And the rolls are passed up yonder, we'll be there.