Saturday Satan Sunday Saint

Saturday satan, Sunday saint Foolin' your neighbor That's what you think Readin' the good book, singin' the hymns Come Monday morning and he's back to a life of sin Old brother Brown all week he steals Tells everyone 'bout his big business deals The deacon walked by, a dollar hit the plate Tryin' to buy himself a ticket to the pearly gates Old sister Rose on the very first row Been a sittin' right there twenty years or so Never hears a word when the preacher speaks Too busy talkin' 'bout the bad girl down the street Saturday satan, Sunday saint Foolin' your neighbor That's what you think Readin' the good book, singin' the hymns Come Monday morning and he's back to a life of sin This little song held good advice Though some may think that it ain't too nice If you're the one who's wearing the shoes There's somebody out there and it ain't nobody's fool Saturday satan, Sunday saint Foolin' your neighbor That's what you think Readin' the good book, singin' the hymns Come Monday morning and he's back to a life of sin Come Monday morning and he's back to a life of sin