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Servant could you call me brother, master could you call me son?Mama call me home for supper when it's doneGather round the table Midwestern middle childrenSway your heads, swing your eyes and sing along'Cause that church choir's singing with the force of a nor'easterAnd it's a great harmonious songServantSeated on the left side just as seated on the rightWith a great cornucopia in betweenWhile clutching forks and knives keep a guard over your eyesLest another covet what you have seenServantWhen mouths are hungry, they're singing from their stomachsWhen eyes are red, they're singing from their toesWhen lips are pursed, the kissin's sure enough a sweet thingLest that puckering is evidence that something's bout to blowPass around the plate and fill it up with gladnessSwing your head, sway your eyes and sing along'Cause that church choir's a singin' with the force of a nor'easterAnd it's a great harmonious songServant Aus Songtexte Mania