I'm found out, people shout “What a scandal!”
Think me vile? Walk a mile in my sandals
Rest assured, I’m now cured of desire
Them's my travails in full detail, I’m no liar

Cravings called; "Lord," I bawled, "I can't hold 'em!"
But my flock would be shocked if I told 'em
Felt such pain, dulled my brain with a vial
And then a date with a new mate, name o' Lyle

Married well: girl was swell and a cutie
Had some kids, so we did do our duty
Made the Word widely heard, felt Him guide me
Try as I might, something weren’t right deep inside me

Youth was lost to the Cross and its service
All the while fixed on my larger purpose
From the church, natural urges was hidden
(Don’t even think of doin' things that’s forbidden)

By my teens, I had seen revelations
Was ordained and obtained a congregation
With my peers at my rear, in youth choir
I was -- I swear -- a millionaire; I’m no liar

Age o' four: my true course was emergin'
Age o' five: led revivals and worship
Age o' six: I transfixed and inspired
Them early days, I did amaze, I’m no liar