End over end, neither left nor to right:
Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights;
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life.
Make me, O make me, Lord, more than I am,
Make me a piece in your Master Game Plan,
Free from the earthly tempestion below:
I got the will, Lord, if you got the toe.
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life,
End over end, neither left nor to right:
Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights;
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life.
Bring on the brothers who've all gone before,
And all of the sisters who've knocked on your door --
All the departed, dear, loved ones of mine:
Stick 'em up front in the offensive line.
And dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life,
End over end, neither left nor to right:
Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights;
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life.
-- Bobby Bare
