Please Don't Send Me to Africa

Oh Lord I am your willing servant

You know that I have been for years

I'm here in this pew every Sunday and Wednesday

I've stained it with many a tear

I've given You years of my service

I've always given my best

And I've never asked you for anything much

So, Lord I deserve this request

Please don't send me to Africa

I don't think I've got what it takes

I'm just a man, I'm not a Tarzan

Don't like lions, gorillas or snakes

I'll serve you here in suburbia

In my comfortable middle class life

But please don't send me out into the bush

Where the natives are restless at night

I'll see that the money is gathered

I'll see that the money is sent

I'll wash and stack the communion cups

I'll tithe eleven percent

I'll volunteer for the nursery

I'll go on the youth group retreat

I'll usher, I'll deacon, I'll go door to door

Just let me keep warming this seat

Please don't send me to Africa

I don't think I've got what it takes

I'm just a man, I'm not a Tarzan

Don't like lions, gorillas or snakes

I'll serve you here in suburbia

In my comfortable middle class life

But please don't send me out into the bush

Where the natives are restless at night

Please don't send me to Africa

I don't think I've got what it takes

I'm just a man I'm not a Tarzan

Don't like lions, gorillas or snakes

I'll serve you here in suburbia

In my comfortable middle class life

But please don't send me to the ends of the earth

Where the natives are restless at night