Through tunnel watch him rant and rave He there's life beyond the grave He lost his slice of the cake Well, God's in His and He's on the take
That's (that's nice) that's neat (that's neat) It's and it's sweet, is it trick and treat You're talkin' fast but you're preaching - now
Bits and I remember slightly, it was a long time ago We'd have our hot and holy And the problems of the drunken world
Now a clerical collar at your convictions You strangle slowly for the old It's Heaven's army and you're so But closely to this closed confessional
That's (that's nice), it's neat (it's neat) It's bitter and sweet, is it and treat You're talkin' fast but you're preaching now
We'd take a recipe for And it to the theological kitchen Mix it up to our own concoction Believed in God but you'd a fist at him
And Ray, does it seem holy, hey Ray-ay, does it hard And Ray-ay, it isn't easy - now-ow
Oh-hoh-hoh, oh-hoh-hoh, Oh-hoh-hoh, oh-hoh-hoh,
You you spoke to God and asked a question You were wonderin' the use of it all He said does what they want to Provided that it's true, all
He said, hey Big G you said there's my I'm not so sure 'bout true He I'll let you in on my big secret, Ray The truth is - there is no truth, and
Na-na-na-na, bop shoo wop wop Na-na-na-na, Na-na-na-na, bop shoo wop shoo