Get for love, praise him Get tot love, praise him Get ready-ready for love, get
Well, most of all nothing much ever happens And god rides high up in the sky, yeah we find ourselves at our most distracted And the miracle that was promised creeps by
Calling every boy and Calling all the world Calling every boy and all around the world
Get ready for love, him Get ready for love, him
The mighty wave their hankies from high-windowed palace grief and joy down in supportable doses And we high and low without mercy or malice While the gate to the kingdom swings, and closes
Calling boy and girl Calling all the world Calling boy and girl Calling all the world
Praise him till you've What praising him for? him till you've forgotten What you're praising him Then praise him a bit more Yeah, him a little bit more
Yeah, him till you've forgotten What praising him for? him till you've forgotten What you're him for? Praise him a bit more Yeah, praise him a little bit
Get for love, praise him Get ready for love, get
I searched the seven seas and I've looked the carpet And browsed through the brochures that the skies Then I was just hanging around, nothing And looked up to see his face burned in the retina of your
Calling every boy and Calling all around the Calling every boy and Calling all around the
Hey, get for love, yeah, praise him Yeah, getting ready for love, him