Don't Send Me To Africa

O Lord I'm your willing servant
      You know that I have been for years
      I'm here in this pew every Sunday
      I've stained it with many a tear
      I've given you years of my service
      I've always given my best
      And I've never asked you for anything much
      So Lord I deserve this request
      
      Chorus:
      Please don't send me to Africa
      I don't think I've got what it takes
      I'm just a man, I'm not Tarzan
      Don't like lions, or rivers, or snakes
      I'll serve you here in suburbia
      In my comfortable middle class life
      But please don't send me out in the bush
      Where the natives are restless at night
      
      I'll see that the money is gathered
      I'll see that the money is sent
      I'll wash and stack the communion cups
      I'll tithe 11 percent
      I'll volunteer for the nursery
      I'll go on the youth retreat
      I'll usher, I'll deacon, I'll go door to door
      Just let me keep warming this seat