Tickling Ears

Chas Cochran - © 2013 BMI

I can see you're lips a flappin' I can hear your voice,
I wonder if they know they have a choice.
I know you've learned exactly what to say,
You've got them where you want, so they'll just stay.

It's a long tradition stretching back in time,
Though they think it's sacred, it's really just a crime.
Try as I might to zealously impart...
The truth, it does not always reach the heart.

Chorus

Each week Sunday is your favorite day...
Cuz' you know that's when they've been trained to pay...
You play upon their hopes and on their fears,
But all you're really doin'...is tickling ears

(Solo)

Chorus

Each week Sunday is your favorite day...
Cuz' you know that's when you will get your pay...
You play upon their hopes and on their fears,
But all you're really doin'...is tickling ears

I hate to have to shatter all your dreams,
But sometimes things aren't the way they seem.
You think that things will always stay the same...
But when they don't, you won't have me to blame...