This goes out to all the BICs of LC148
Cursillo Man (to the tune of "Piano Man")
It's Seven O'clock on a Thursday night
The sponsors and pilgrims arrive
Three days without cell phones or internet
They wonder if they can survive
There's a guy sleeping in the bunk next to mine
He must have had beans 'fore he dozed
I've got plugs for my ears but man, I'm in tears
'Cause I really need some for my nose
Oh, la la la de colores
De colores se gustan a mi
Sing us a song, Cursillo Man
Sing praise to Jesus tonight
'Cause we're all in the mood for some worshipping
His love's got us feeling alright
There's a pretty big crowd in the dining room
The food's great and there's comic relief
There's some frogs and three pirates called Captain Crunch
Patch and Hans Parrot-Teeth
And some guys at the table are curious
They keep going outside for a smoke-a
Yes it's pretty absurd but they know all the words
To the Holy Spirit Polka
Oh, la la la de colores
De colores se gustan a mi
Well the prayer requests start a-flowing
And the weekend's beginning to gel
The ARs have everyone organized
They don't need no stinking bell
As the rollists get psyched for their testimony
Laying it out there with nothing to lose
While the cooks are all zapping the sacristan's napping
Inside on the chapel pews
Sing us a song, Cursillo Man
Sing praise to Jesus tonight
'Cause we're all in the mood for some worshipping
His love's got us feeling alright
Now Paul is a rector unflappable
He's as calm and as cool as can be
His 4th day's inspiring but I'm sure he's perspiring
On the inside where no one can see
And the poster party's incredible
You can do all the skits that you like
Yes the pastors can too, but whatever you do
Please God - don't give the Head SpiD the mic!
Sing us a song, Cursillo Man
Sing praise to Jesus tonight
'Cause we're all in the mood for some worshipping
His love's got us feeling alright
