Whack Jite

When I’m a white man singin’ in a black church I don’t even get nervous
Cause the lord is the lord and the lord says
“Sing! Make a joyful noise unto thee”
But the neighbors don’t like rehearsal
And you can hear them screamin’
“Calm your slappy ham”
“Calm your slappy ham”
But they don’t know that the lord is the man

It’s a Tuesday night but I’m a Sunday Driver, I’m in no hurry
When the lord wants me somewhere faster, I will accelerate for thee
They hear me sermonizin’, the lord is my co-pilot
“Calm your slappy ham”
“Calm your slappy ham”
Cause they don’t know that the lord is the man

I give the preacherman my ovation, I’m tithing my donation
Cause the lord is the lord but the lord ain’t free, I’m payin’ for reservations
Me and the congregation, transubstantiation
“Calm your slappy ham”
“Calm your slappy ham”
Cause you know that the lord is the man