wordsout by godfrey rust
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The wonderful thing about 

John Bavington, May 2002, on his departure from St Johns to become a vicar in Bradford, to the tunes of "The Wonderful Thing About Tiggers" followed by "My Old Man's a Dustman"

Oh the wonderful thing about Bavvers,
is Bavvers are wonderful things,
their tops are made out of rubber
their bottoms are made out of springs.
They’re bouncy trouncy bouncy trouncy
fun fun fun fun fun,
but the most wonderful thing about Bavvers is
he’s…the only one!
(Yes he’s…the only one!)

Oh the wonderful thing about Jeannie 
is Jeannie’s a wonderful wife—
she wakes him up in the mornings (just) 
and generally runs his life.
She’s clever, cheery, thoughtful, thorough 
and she cooks his meals
and washes his dirty football kit
—imagine how that feels!
(Imagine how that feels!)

Oh he cuts a dash at the football, 
athletically leading the field—
energy isn’t a problem, 
those Methodists soon will yield.
He’s running, passing, running, passing, 
playing heart and soul—
if he only could fathom out the right 
direc…tion for the goal
(the right direc…tion for the goal!)

Oh the wonderful thing about curates 
is curates can choose everything
like the hymns and the prayers and the readings, 
and the songs that the people must sing.
First you find a jolly tune 
that everybody knows
and you make up some words and some actions and this—is how it goes!
(Yes this…is how it goes):

Oh his old man’s a missionary, 
he lives in Pakistan,
he sent him back to England 
to become an Englishman.
Got a place at bible college 
and a doubled-barrelled name
(somehow “Allen Bavington” just
wouldn’t sound the same.

When they sent him down to Ealing 
to learn his stock in trade
he stood up before the meeting 
and the congregation prayed.
Then he led them into worship 
and church with praises rang
and he said “Let’s do some Action songs” 
so this is what they sang—Oh—

(To a “tune” of great simplicity, with actions)
God is Fab! God is Groovy!
God wants me to wave my hands and dance 
     until it hurts (Oi Oi Oi)
God is Fab! He’s A-maz-ing!
Jesus is my Best Pal—and he loves orange shirts!
(la la la la la la la)

Well he cuts a dash on Sundays, 
his choice of colours fine—
his fashion makes a statement that says 
“OK, I resign”.
With his Colgate smile and handshake 
and his fine young head of hair
and his legendary waistline—
but no, we won’t go there—

He’s never late for meetings, 
they just always start too soon
and John’s idea of morning 
might be yours of afternoon.
If you’re the evening service speaker, 
twenty minutes is your slot
but John makes time so flexible, 
he fits in such a lot—


Now Training is important, 
every clergyman must learn
and John’s been very diligent 
since it has been his turn.
He’s studied to be patient 
and I’m sure you all can tell
with careful overseeing Will is 
coming on quite well—

After Sunday evening service 
he loves to go to Links—
teenagers need to be with those 
who know the way they thinks.
Oh how will they replace him, 
could St John’s ever engage
someone else so cool and trendy 
and more or less their age? 


If you want some sporting action, 
and you think you have the nerve,
if there’s anyone for tennis 
John is always keen to serve.
But his reign as singles champion 
must be over now we fear—
tell Goran Ivanisevic 
its safe to come next year. 

He’s the star of paper hockey 
and Funzone Scalextric track,
he can win at table tennis 
with one hand behind his back.
Who wants to be a Smartypants, 
Come on you guys” he grins—
It’s not that he’s competitive, 
he just makes sure he wins—


Down at Funzone he’s well wicked 
and everyone can see—
Oh golly its fantastic it’s an 
awesome place to be.
Oh life’s a bouncy castle,
though sometimes they go too far—
there’s a rumour that they actually 
let him play guitar. 

He’s nearly made the grade now, he can be 
all things to all men,
and he lets the others staff do something 
every now and then.
He can preach through Lamentations, 
put heretics on the skids,
but they can’t make him a vicar yet cos  
he hasn’t got four kids—BUT


John and Jeanie and all Bavingtons
and Allens have to leave—
we’ll put armbands on our coloured shirts 
to show how much we grieve—
and the M1 up to Bradford 
is a long long way to go
so when youre heading down to Canterbury, 
drop in and say hello—for 

Final chorus
John is Fab! John is Groovy!
(but we won’t have to wave our hands 
and dance until it hurts—Oi Oi Oi!)
John is Fab! He’s A-MAZ-ing!—
Jesus is his best pal…and he loves orange shirts!

Written with major contributions from Katherine Firth. Performed at the morning service at St Johns, West Ealing on May 11, 2002. John had been curate at St Johns.