Frank Zappa - Heavenly Bank Account lyrics

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 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