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 and Wednesday       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 a 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!