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
Remember there's 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 Showbiz
(And a-one, and a-two, and a...)
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 Governor's 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
(Tax the churches)
You ain't got nothin', people
(Tax the businesses owned by the churches)
You ain't got nothin', people
Thank the man, oh yeah
That's right, you ain't got nothin' and they got it all
And your miserable ass is up against the wall
The only thing you have not tried is the sport of chumps
And that's suicide