This is not a parody of “City of God”, but it follows the melody
(inspired by what happens at our house on Sunday mornings):
Awake from your slumber,
it’s twenty- to-nine.
Mass starts at nine-thirty,
we haven’t much time.
I woke you up first at eight,
and then again at eight-thirty.
Why should we be made to come late
’cause you can’t get out of bed?
Get out of the shower;
by now you are clean.
We don’t have an hour:
it’s now nine-fifteen.
If you really move it along
there’s a chance that we can still make it
by the end of the Entrance Song
or before they start on the Creed.
We’re out in the car now.
We’re waiting for you,
but you are still searching
for your left shoe.
I must keep on nagging for God
to get you out on a Sunday.
Yes, I’ll keep on nagging for God,
because that’s what mothers do.