Heavenly Bank Account

Lover, lover, a little lucky on the side
Lover, lover, a little lucky on the side
Lover, lover, a little lucky on the side
Lover, lover, a little lucky on the side (ooh)

And if these words you do not heed (ooh)
Your pocketbook just kinda might recede (ooh)
When some man comes along and claims a godly need (ooh)
He will clean you out, right through your tweed (ooh)

"That's right, you asked for it, remember there is a big difference
Between kneelin' down and bendin' 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 the 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
(And a-one, and a-two, and a-)

They won't get him, they will never get him
For the naughty stuff that he did (ha-ha-ha-ha)
It is best in cases like this
To pretend that you are stupid
(Doh!)

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 (ah!) 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

As we end another broadcast day
Let me say
That you ain't got nothin' and he's got it all
And your miserable self is against the wall
The only thing you have not tried
Is the sport of chumps, that's suicide