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.
Make me, O make me, Lord, more than I am.
Make me a piece in your master game plan,
free from the earthly temptestion below:
I got the will, Lord, if you got the toe.
Dropkick me, Jesus . . .
Bring on the brothers who've all gone before,
and all of the sisters who knocked on your door --
all those departed, dear loved ones of mine:
Stick 'em up front in the offensive line.
And dropkick me, Jesus . . .
That's so purty
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