by Grady Toland

Well Momma and Daddy were missionaries
took us to places sort of strange and scary
(like the United States)
but Daddy said it was all necessary
and Daddy never lies.
(except when he was in front of a whole group of people at a church…)

We drove a million miles in a rusty van
from the great white North to the southern lands
I lost my mittens so my Momma put socks on my hands
so cold I thought I’d die.

But I’m an MK;
I wouldn’t trade it.
Through everything that came
we always made it.
Yes, I’m an MK;
I’m glad it’s true.
And you can tell your folks you want to be an MK too.

Well I was raised in the jungles of the Amazon
and I’ve driven in Europe on the Autobahn
and I’ve been up and down the alleys of old Hong Kong
and I’ve seen the snow in Nome.

I’ve seen snakes eat people and people eat snakes
I’ve even seen people eat monkey steaks
but the strangest things of all are back in the States,
in the place my folks call home.

‘Cause I’m an MK;
I wouldn’t trade it.
If there’s any better life
I couldn’t name it.
Yes, I’m an MK;
I’m glad it’s true.
And you can tell your folks you want to be an MK too.

It doesn’t matter that I never owned a new car,
I never did miss being a football star
I’ve been living in a world that’s bigger by far
than most folks ever know.

Well I can parle French and hable Espanol,
you would be surprised at the various things that I know
and there’s not a place in the world that I would not go
if the Lord has sent me there.

‘Cause I’m an MK;
I wouldn’t trade it.
If there’s any better life
I couldn’t name it.
Yes, I’m an MK;
I’m glad it’s true.
And you can tell your folks you want to be an MK too.