I go to church on a Sunday
The vows that I make, I break them on Monday
The rest of the week I do as I please
Then come Sunday morning, I pray on my knees

Dear God, I know I'm not, I'm not worthy
But I need You so
Please, won't You help me
And help me turn back 
From the path I have trod
Never be sorry, dear God

Each day we read in the papers 
Of the carryings on of some of our neighbors
They're  cheating and lying and forgetting their fate
But they have the nerve to ask God: "Are we late?"

Dear God, I know I'm not, I'm not worthy
But I need You so
Please, won't You help me
And help me turn back 
From the path I have trod
Never be sorry, dear God

No, never be sorry, dear God