Funny Re-written Song Lyrics:

Thanks to Scott Miller (aka RockMe), for his unique sense of humor!

Another lesser-known original version--the version Bob abandoned when he decided to go the fruit route.

St. Augustine's Grass

Just last night I had a very strange dream
Some guy was out mowing my lawn
He was out riding 'round on my John Deere
Leaving clippings everywhere that he'd gone
Yeah

I stood there staring in disbelief
As this guy continued cutting my grass
And I nearly lost it when
He waved at me on his second pass
Yes, he waved at me on his second pass (and . . .)

(Chorus) It's bugging me, how he cut the lawn
'Cause he did it wrong
Even I could see a better way
Not in circles but in straight lines
I was really glad that he didn't expect me to pay
Yeah

Turns out that man was Jesus Christ
He said my lawn was just like my life
Sometimes God, out of His great love,
Has got to cut us down to size (but . . .)

(Repeat chorus)

When I woke up I knew it was just a dream
It wasn't real no matter how real it seemed
I tried so hard to get it out of my mind
But I couldn't forget no matter how hard I tried ('cause . . .)

(Repeat chorus)

The strange thing is I live in an apartment

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In the tradition of En Alabanza and in the spirit of POD, Petra announces their next album: Petra in Ebonics. Here is an excerpt, the Ebonic version of "This Means War!", which will hopefully reach those who might otherwise never hear the Word of God.

You Goin Down!
Based on Romans 16:20, Isaiah 14:12-15

Yo, big bad Lucy, you was da man
Props to my bro, but homie blew it
G wid cream kep jackin fo mo
Ain't straight, but you's like Stevie Wonder, foo

Why you be trippin? Man, is so wack
You and da Man was so tight
Till He sez lay off and you jock His style
Now you and da boyz gotta jet

(Chorus) You goin down --
and everybody be poppin each other (know what I'm sayin?)
Down -- and bote sides be talkin trash
You be so jacked, word up
But it's on till we all face da Man
You goin down

Then you start cop-blockin--you think you schooled im
Bustin a cap in da Man's only Son
Next thing you know, you be dissin my man Jesus
But Jesus ain't rollin out jus yet
(Repeat chorus)
Now you be runnin outta jive
Chillin till you ball out fa evah
But you still be trippin till yo last nickel bag
To wipe out da Man from da hood
(Repeat chorus)