The Thunderer

God's angry man, his crotchety scholar
Was Saint Jerome, the great name-caller
Who cared not a dime for laws of libel
And in his spare time he translated the Bible
Saint Jerome, the Thunderer

Quick to disparage all joys but learning
Saint Jerome thought marriage was better than burning
But didn't like womans painted cheeks
Well, he didn't like Romans and he didn't like Greeks
Saint Jerome, the Thunderer

Hated pagens for their pagen ways
Yet doted on Cicero all of his days
A born reformer, cross and gifted
He scolded mankind, sterner than Swift did
Saint Jerome, the Thunderer

But he swelled men's minds with Godly leaven
It takes all kinds to make a heaven
Yeah

Worked to save the world from the heathen
Fled to a cave for peace to breathe in
Promptly wherewith for miles around
He filled the air with fury and sound
Saint Jerome, talkin' 'bout the Thunderer

In a mighty prose for almighty ends
He thrust at his foes, and quarrelled with his friends
And served his Master, though with complaint
He wasn't a plaster sort of Saint
Saint Jerome, the Thunderer

Can't get through life by just being nice
Ignorance of scripture is ignorance of Christ
Love without truth is just sentimental
Truth without love is sterile
Saint Jerome, the Thunderer

But he swelled men's minds with Godly leaven
It takes all kinds to make a heaven
Yeah

God's angry man, his crotchety scholar
Was Saint Jerome, the great name-caller
Who cared not a dime for laws of libel
And in his spare time he translated the Bible
Saint Jerome, the Thunderer

Saint Jerome, the Thunderer
Yeah, the Thunderer
Yeah, Saint Jerome, the Thunderer