He's Spreadin

Well, Sunday morning he preached real strong,
Shook every hand of Sunday's throng
Then Sister Mae said with a big ole grin
“Preacher, come on over—we’re having chicken again.

Chorus 
He’s spreadin’ the Word while spreadin’ his waist
If you don't mind I'll have just another little taste.
Wouldn't want to offend any of the cooks,
I bet this pie is as good as it looks.

Monday night it’s chili with Deacon Dan,
Tuesday’s brisket with Sister Fran.
By Wednesday night, his pants won’t zip—
At Sister Sharon's He’s waddlin’ up for another trip!

Chorus 
He’s spreadin’ the Word while spreadin’ his waist
If you don't mind I'll have just another little taste.
Wouldn't want to offend any of the cooks,
I bet this cake is as good as it looks.

Thursday He’s got biscuits,  deviled eggs too,
And nine kinds of mystery meat with Sister Sue.
Come Friday night after dinner with Brother Smith
His legs are getting too heavy to lift.

Chorus 
He’s spreadin’ the Word while spreadin’ his waist
If you don't mind I'll have just another little taste.
Wouldn't want to offend any of the cooks,
I bet this cookie is as good as it looks.

Saturday with Brother Jim whose baby back ribs 
fall off the bone,
And Sister Ruth's pies that stand alone.

Come Sunday, Lord, just send him a float—
‘Cause he can no longer squeeze into his coat!

Chorus 
He’s spreadin’ the Word while spreadin’ his waist,
If you don't mind I'll have just another little taste.
Wouldn't want to offend any of the cooks,
I bet this brownie is as good as it looks.

Silly country take