Nick's Poetry Corner, with Weird Al and the Elders
Dress up, dress up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the pew,
Lift high your noble necktie, the sign of great virtue!
From tailor unto tailor, my wardrobe shall I fill,
‘Til every closet swelleth, and what a cleaning bill!
Dress up, dress up for Jesus, respectable in slacks,
Wear the Lord’s Table Uniform, or else be turn-ed back.
Ye that are men now suit up, and go to every pain,
Let none ignore this mandate, lest your service be in vain.
Dress up, dress up for Jesus, Stand in his strength alone!
Except for your fine jacket, so your worth is clearly known.
The shield of faith might fail you, affluence never will.
So wear your clothing proudly, your spirit though it kills.
Dress up, dress up for Jesus, the strife endeth right soon!
For what you wear at service, you can change after noon,
Unless you serve at ev’ning, and then you must take care,
Professional’s our mantra, diff’rent we’ll never dare!