Faith, Flatmates, and Funny Business

I stood outside with a suitcase And my bank card in my

hand

My landlord said, "I'm raising it,"

And I couldn't

understand

When the rent

got too high I found God — and a spare room! (amen!)

Now I wear a habit

daily

And I wake up at the dawn

But at least I'm not on street-corners

Or sleeping on a lawn

My mother asked if I'd gone strange

But I said, "Ma,

think of the change!"

No council tax, no modern dread Just thirty nuns and a single

bed!

When the rent

got too high

I found God — and a spare room! (yeah!)

Spare room,

spare room

Bless this spare room Cheapest miracle I've ever known (hallelujah!)