Frank Zappa - Heavenly Bank Account lyrics
Frank Vincent Zappa [Baltimore, Maryland, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Frank Zappa - Heavenly Bank Account lyrics]
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 suit's
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
And your miserable self is against the wall
The only thing you have not tried
Is the sport of chumps - that’s suicide