Prayin' in the Boys' Room

(parody of "Smokin' in the Boys' Room" by Brownsville Station)
New lyrics by Mike Fischer

The Story: this is an old parody that, unfortunately, is more relevant today than when I wrote it almost two decades ago.

(Spoken) Praise God, how ya all doin' out there? You know, it used to be that they'd open every school day with a prayer of some kind. And anybody who got caught smokin' in school was in big trouble. But this old world has got itself turned around so bad that... well, did you ever have one of those days when it seems like everybody's gettin' on your case, from the Devil all the way down to the ACLU? Well, I used to have 'em all the time. But I found a way to get out of it. Let me share it with ya!

Sittin' in the classroom, feelin' real oppressed.
Hearin' all this humanism makes me depressed.
When the noon bells ring, you know that's my cue.
I'm gonna meet the brethren on floor number two.

Prayin' in the boys' room, prayin' in the boys' room.
Now, teacher, you don't have to, tell me the rules.
Supreme Court says that prayin' ain't allowed in school.

We go in one by one, so the teachers aren't aware.
We gather all together and we open in prayer.
We study the Gospels, the letters of Paul.
To get caught would surely be the death of us all.


Well, they got contraceptives in the nurse's office now.
They'll show you how to use 'em if you don't know how.
The smokers have a place where they can puff with pride.
But if we want to talk to God, how come we have to hide?

chorus Chorus 2:
Prayin' in the boys' room, (yes indeed, we'll be) prayin' in the boys' room.
You can call me "Raca," but don't call me a fool.
I can't understand why prayin' ain't allowed in school!

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