Praise The Lord and Pass The Soup
Albert Hammond, Mike Hazelwood
Sister you can bang on your tambourine
Just let my body be fed
At the end of our street
Is a mission so sweet
Where me and all my friends
Get a little something to eat
Though you can't pick and choose
You sure like their stew
And if you don't get fried chicken
What you get you can use
Praise the Lord and pass the soup
Praise the Lord and pass the bread
For the sake of a prayer
There's a warm welcome there
And if you ain't had a bath
Ain't no body who cares
Cause they've seen it all before
From the bums to the whores
And if you shout "Hallelujah"
They'll sometimes give you some more
And singin' hallelujah
