That one always bothered me too, for a different reason. The question, as asked in that song, seems pointless. I’m waiting for her to explain what she’s getting at by asking “What if God was one of us…” and she never does. She just asks the question. And I’m left thinking, “And… so what?”
-FrL-
Okay, here are the lyrics to a parody I wrote of this song back in High School. I’ve forgotten five of the lines, which I’ve replaced with ellipses. My apologies. For even posting this.
If I sat on my cat
would she get angry? Would she
come when I called,
even though she’s got a back that’s
rigid, made of wood?
…
…
Would she yowl in pain?
And yeah, yeah,
she’s cool to pet.
And yeah, yeah,
she purrs when I’m around.
And yeah, yeah,
yeah yeah yeah.
What if my cat was a chair?
Tell me, do you think you’d stare
if my chair were growing hair
and trying to lick itself clean?
Would you like to buy a cat?
Yes I know it looks more like
a chair, but I promise you that
this was once was feline
and she doesn’t scratch the furniture.
…
…
…
And yeah, yeah,
she’s cool to pet.
And yeah, yeah,
she purrs when I’m around.
And yeah, yeah,
yeah yeah yeah.
What if my cat was a chair?
Tell me do you think you’d stare
if my chair was growing hair
and trying to lick itself clean?
And licking something that’s obscene?
My territory marking queen,
as a chair of wood or bag of bean.