[Intro: Playdough]
(The ice cream man is coming!)
Oh, what time is it ughhhhh
Gotta go to church
Dang, it's early
Ohh wee oh praise God
(The ice cream man is coming!)
Oh, Lord
Let's do this, lemme wash my face

[Verse 1: Playdough]
(Huh huh)
I was three rows from the back on Sunday
Jeans and a thrift shirt, fly as a runway
Dressed in whatever cause my church ain't trippin'
Still got a hand stamp on my palm, get to lickin'
Less than seven hours ago, my show last night
Knowing that I'd be here today helped me act right
My shower time ain't a Axe commercial
Some things wash away and what doesn't is hurtful
Had a late night last night, did it on purpose
Didn't plan on getting here until the second service
Walked in the door greeted by brother Curtis
Sunday school class teaching children in the churches
Made a little craft out of paper plate and Scotch tape
On construction paper, God's great
Glued and some glitter with a spinner on a brad
This is bad, still a dad but I got the biggest sack (hahaha)
Filling bags with the dirt I did
Did a lot, forgive a lot I'm still here worshipping
Afternoon creeping up, almost p.m
See these other dudes, girls? I'm glad not to be them
My family is the bomb, we're reading out of Psalms
And afterwards the whole crew is heading out to Braum's for some
[Hook] x 2
Ice cream sundaes and a bowl o' nuts
Butter pecan, vanilla bean, chocolate deluxe
Even sister Beverly Gene is getting touched
Sundaes, Sunday afternoon, we tears it up

[Verse 2: Heath McNease]
(This game's gonna start)
I got them Baptist genes
Granny played piano when we passed the peace
Daddy is a deacon, mom directs choir
Hymns on the weekend, songs deflect fire
Doxologies and offering plates
Thinking I was knocking hard on Mephistopheles' gates
Altar call feeling like modest escape
Preacher said my spiritual economy's great
Got me on some apostolic homily phase
Tell my fourth grade homes that they gotta be saved
Apple for my teacher, [?] you pray
Little voice in the wilderness of Colquitt, GA
Dirt road ragamuffin, church don't matter nothing
When the person lookin' at they workload stacking upward
So awkward, Jesus freak talker
Soccer moms want me with they freaky-deak daughters (yeah)
Ice creams socials, cherries and almonds
Church boy disappear to bury his walnuts
[?] was very disarming
But everyone's a hedonist compared to the Osmonds
Clive Staples Lewis, leading worship on Sundays
Churches in the midweek, clubs are on Mondays
Coffee shops, colleges, bars and they love me
It's God's good favor and I'm ice cream sundae
[Bridge]
Easy like Sunday mornings
First, second full verse and the chorus
Plus we got a special performance
Harry Krum singing Blessed Assurance

Easy like Sunday mornings
First, second full verse and the chorus
Plus we got a special performance
Heath McNease singing Blessed Assurance
Easy

[Hook]
Ice cream sundaes and a bowl o' nuts
Butter pecan, vanilla bean, chocolate deluxe
Even sister Beverly Gene is getting touched
Sundaes, Sunday afternoon, we tears it up

[Outro]
With the cherries on top, yeah
And big ups to my friends, vanillas
Parlez-vous francais, mi amour, merci, oui oui, bon bons and all that good stuff