And if these words you do not heed

Your pocketbook 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, you asked for it, 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 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



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

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