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February 18, 2008

Song of the Week: Bigger Fish To Fry

Having decided in the last week to resume the actual purchase of CDs, it seems appropriate to once again resurrect the Pax Plena song of the week.

Here to kick off the latest weekly installment, the song below appears courtesy of Brad Paisley's newest album, 5th Gear.

I'll not scoop the song but it is hilarious (though the user video created below is only mildly amusing) and even tangentially dabbles in theology.

My regular readers will surely appreciate the heretic in me. The practical minded among us might even call it the Gospel in a nut shell.

Please enjoy Brad Paisley's Bigger Fish to Fry. Lyrics follow after the jump.



Bigger Fish to Fry

I said a bad word when I was a kid.
Mamma said that I'd be sorry for the sin that I did.
My daddy whooped me and the
preacher said shame.
And I tried like hell to change.

But I cuss,
And I smoke,
I laugh at dirty jokes.
The minor vices, man I know 'em well.
I've closed down bars.
I've lusted in my heart.
My exes think I oughta burn in hell.
But the devil, he won't notice when I die.
Yeah, don't you figure he's got bigger fish to fry?

Politicians taking pork barrel bribes.
Crooked CEOs are getting off with no time.
Christmas Eve burglars stealing good children's toys.
(Can't say Christmas).
Holiday burglars stealing good children's toys.

I cuss,
I smoke,
I laugh at dirty jokes.
The minor vices, man I know 'em well.
I've closed down bars (yeah, many a one).
I've lusted in my heart.
My ex thinks that I oughta burn in hell.
But the devil, won't even notice when I die. (bet he does)
Yeah, don't you figure he's got bigger fish to fry?

Serve em up!

(instrumental)

Yeah there's gonna be bonfire burning
An everlasting barbecue
But with all the bad stuff going on,
There ain't gonna be room for me and you.

(Chorus 2)
'Cause we cuss,
We smoke.
We laugh at Tater's jokes. (spoken)-> Tell one Jim.
"You know you're old when your wife says 'honey let's run upstairs and make love' and your answer is 'I cannot do both.'"
The minor vices, man we know em well.
We've closed down bars.
We've lusted in our hearts.
Our exes think we ougta burn in hell. (you got it wrong, it's the other way round)
But the devil, he won't notice when we die.
Hey, don't you figure he's got bigger fish to fry?
Yeah don't you figure he's got bigger fish to fry?

Pass the tartar sauce

When we all get to heaven what a day of rejoicing it will be.
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