I Gotta Praise Songtext
von Paul Heaton

I ain′t been to church in a decade or so
I gotta praise me somebody
It's Playboy not Bible when I′m feeling low
I gotta praise me somebody
The phone calls I make are totally ignored
They only ring back if they're drunk or they're bored
Get me someone or I′ll turn to the Lord
I gotta praise me somebody

I gotta worship
I gotta praise
Spend all my minutes and waste all my days
I gotta compliment
I gotta serve
I gotta give someone all they deserve


I′m down on my knees and I'm begging you please
I gotta find me somebody
Long term relationship, just a quick squeeze
I gotta find me somebody
My football team lose every game I attend
The florists return any flowers I send
I′m sick of the hours alone that I spend
I gotta love me somebody

I gotta worship
I gotta praise
Spend all my minutes and waste all my days
I gotta compliment
I gotta serve
I gotta give someone all they deserve

The Sikhs have their temple
The Muslims their mosque
And I can't even name any lovers I′ve Iost
I've gotta have someone
To peck me on cheek
Hug me and say that they′ve missed me all week

I gotta worship
I gotta praise
Spend all my minutes and waste all my days
I gotta compliment
I gotta serve
I gotta give someone all they deserve


I gotta worship
I gotta praise
Spend all my minutes and waste all my days
I gotta compliment
I gotta serve
I gotta give someone all they deserve