When I was little, I'd occasionally be forced to go with my grandma to church. She went to one of those ol' Baptist churches like the ones the comedians make fun of, with Dr. Rev'um DoRight. Dude had a Jeri Curl too I think.
Anyway, it seemed like everytime I went there some old dude would fire up this hymn that sounded like some sort of death march...
He'd be like "HH-IIIIIIIAAAAAAAYA KNOW DA LAWW'T, HE WEELLL AN'SA PRAYYAYAYAYAYAAAAAAA" and the rest of the congregation would join in moaning a slow-motion version of what he just said, one syllable at a time, each syllable lasting like a full 10 seconds at least...
HHiiiiiii-IIIIIIIIIIIIIII-AAAAAHHHHYAAAAAHHH...
(deep breath)
NNN-KNOOOOUUUUUUUUUUU-uw-WUUUUUUUHAAAAA
(deep breath)
Da'AAAAAHHHHHHHHH
(deep breath)
LA-HAAAAAAaaaAAAaaaAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWD
(deep breath)
WEEEEEEEEEE-uuuuuuuuuhhh-EEEEUHYUHHHHHHHHHHHLLLL...
...and so on and so on. And there were MULTIPLE "verses" of this "song". Good LORD that was ETERNITY for a kid. They all sounded like the dead unearthed itself. And I just sat there like "WHAT THE HAM SAMMICH?!?"
Well, that's how it played out in my young mind anyway. I know someone in here knows exactly what I'm talkin' about.