Dr. Sting
(Rich Mullins)
Dr. Sting, slick as slime, eats little boys who don't keep in time.
So, don't syncopate or cross-accent.
It surely makes him hungry to experiment.
Dr. Sting, cold as death. A fishy odor hangs from his breath.
His skin is yellow. His eyes are pale.
He walks into the air and the room turns stale.
But, Dr. Sting, I'm a good piano player!
Don't mind me, but I think I'll see you later.
I don't know just why they go to callin' you Mr. King,
'Cause as far as I can see, you're just a sting!
Dr. Sting, slick as slime...
(I have to do this verse over, 'cause I haven't written any new ones)
…slick as slime, eats little boys who don't keep in time.
So, don't syncopate or cross-accent.
It surely makes him hungry to experiment.
(That's all I've gotten of it so far.)
©richmullinsongs
