heavenly bank account

Lyrics

and if these words you do not heed, your pocket book just kinda might recede, when some man comes along and claims a godly need, he will clean you out right through your tweed, that's right, remember there is a big difference between, kneeling down and bending over. he's got twenty million dollars, in his heavenly bank account. all from those chumps who was, born again, oh yeah, oh yeah, he's got seven limousines, and a private plane. all for use of his, special friends, oh yeah, oh yeah, he's got thousand-dollar suits, and a wembley tie. girls love to stroke it, while he's on the phone, oh yeah, oh yeah, at the house of representatives, he's a groovy guy. when he gives thanks he is not alone. he is dealin', he is really dealin' irs can't determine, where the hook is, it is easy with the bible, to pretend that, you're in show biz, they won't get him, they will never get him, for the naughty stuff, that he did, it is best in cases like this, to pretend that, you are stupid, he's got presidential help, all along the way, he says the grace, while the lawyers chew, oh yeah, they sure do, and the governors agree to say: "he's a lovely man!", he makes it easier for, them to screw, all of you. yes, that's true!, 'cause he helps put, the fear of god, in the common man, snatchin' up money, everywhere he can, oh yeah oh yeah, he's got twenty million dollars, in his heavenly bank account, you ain't got nothin', people, you ain't got nothin', people, you ain't got nothin', people, thank the man. oh yeah