Kumbaya Lord. Kumbaya

I went to lunch @ Cafe Mambo with about 16 colleagues from work. As the festivities wound down, some of us started singing: “Kumbaya Lord.” Now I can’t get it out of my head.

Kumbaya Lord. Kumbaya. Kumbaya, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Kumbaya Lord. Kumbaya. Kumbaya.
Somebody needs you Lord Kumbaya. Kumbaya, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Somebody needs you Lord Kumbaya. Kumbaya.
Somebody’s praying Lord Kumbaya. Kumbaya, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Somebody’s praying Lord Kumbaya. Kumbaya.
Oh-oh-oh-oh. Oh, Lord. Oh, Lord.
Oh, Lord Kumbaya.
Oh, Lord. Lord Kumbaya.
I need a blessing Lord. Kumbaya. Kumbaya, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
I need a blessing Lord. Kumbaya. Kumbaya.
I need a miracle Kumbaya. Kumbaya, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
I need a miracle Kumbaya. Kumbaya.
Oh-oh-oh-oh. Oh, Lord. Oh, Lord.
Oh, Lord Kumbaya.
Oh, Lord. Lord Kumbaya.

4 Comments
  1. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!! (me, screaming)

  2. Well, I’ve had “Lyte as a Rock” stuck in my head all day so at least Kumbaya will be a change of pace.
    I’m not sure that I’ll feel this is a good thing six hours from now when I’m still singing it, though…

  3. Somebody stop her Lord Kumbaya.

  4. >
    You have the beginnings of a good sex story.

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