Singing God-songs at the top of my lungs, telling God-stories.
God, I love living with you; your house glows with your glory.
When it's time for spring cleaning, don't sweep me out with the quacks and crooks,
Men with bags of dirty tricks, women with purses stuffed with bribe-money.
You know I've been aboveboard with you; now be aboveboard with me.
I'm on the level with you, God; I bless you every chance I get.