I Gotta Praise - Paul Heaton, Jacqui Abbott

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 phonecalls I make are all 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

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 lost

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…