Letras
I've been in this ward for a long, long time,
Same brown carpet, same chapel line.
Brother Jensen guards the thermostat still-
Touch it once and he'll chase you uphill.
(Spoken: "Wait... doesn't he only have one leg?")
This is our funny Mormon song,
We've been here forever, we're still carryin' on.
It's strange, it's sweet, it's where we belong-
Singin' our funny Mormon song.
Nursery is wild with Cheerio rain,
Sunbeams march in a snack-time chain.
(Spoken voice 1: "They don't call them Sunbeams anymore.")
(Spoken voice 2: "I'll always be a Sunbeam.")
Primary corister's got choreography planned,
Ribbon wands fly like a halftime band.
One kid's crying, another's yelling "He breathed on me!"
And honestly... that's just pure ministry.
This is our funny Mormon song,
We've been here forever, we're still carryin' on.
It's strange, it's sweet, it's where we belong-
Singin' our funny Mormon song.
Ward council runs long.
Bishop says, "Just one more thing..."
And we all smile,
Because we know what that means.
But somehow we've felt at home all along.
The youth are practicing mission door knocks,
White shirts too big and mismatched socks.
Brother Hanks brought something in a crockpot stew-
We didn't ask questions... we trusted and chewed.
(Spoken softly, dramatic: "...and chewed.")
This is our funny Mormon song,
We've all been here forever, we're still carryin' on.
It's peculiar and lovely and it's where we belong-
Singin' our funny Mormon song.
This is our funny Mormon song,
We've all been here forever, we're still carryin' on.
It's odd and it's lovely and it's where we belong-
Singin' our funny Mormon song.
We'll all be here next Sunday, and the Sunday after that-
Yeah, the ward map shifts sometimes,
but we always come back.
So we keep
Singin' our funny Mormon song.