Why, oh why when I sing the lyrics to "Methodist Coloring Book" I want to say Mexican coloring book? *peers at brain quizzically*
You've got a Methodist coloring book
Don't color outside the lines
'Cause if God doesn't strike you with lightning
He'll at least make you go blind
Good people get sent to the attic!
Bad people will roast in the cellar!
But there's a special kind of Hell
For those who just won't learn to color
God is gracious, God is good
So let's color in His Book
God wears cotton, God wears rayon
He can mend a broken crayon
God is honest, He don't take payola
Let's all thank Him for our Crayolas
You've got a Methodist coloring book
Don't color outside the lines
'Cause if God doesn't strike you with lightning
He'll at least make you go blind
Good people get sent to the attic!
Bad people will roast in the cellar!
But there's a special kind of Hell
For those who just won't learn to color
God is gracious, God is good
So let's color in His Book
God wears cotton, God wears rayon
He can mend a broken crayon
God is honest, He don't take payola
Let's all thank Him for our Crayolas