The Millennium Shrimp

I saw a man with a tat on his big fat belly
It wiggled around like marmalade jelly
It took me a while to catch what it said
Cause I had to match the rhythm
Of his belly with my head
Guitar Praise is what it raved in a typical tattoo green
He stood on a box in the middle of the city
And claimed he had a dream…

[For all the pew potatoes who sit there on Sunday Morning fantasizing about leading Praise and Worship?]