Through tunnel vision him rant and rave He says life beyond the grave He lost his slice of the cake Well, God's in His Heaven and He's on the
nice (that's nice) that's neat (that's neat) It's bitter and it's sweet, is it trick and You're fast but you're preaching feast - now
Bits and pieces I slightly, it was a long time ago have our hot and holy conversations And solve the problems of the drunken
Now a clerical collar chokes at your You strangle for the old addiction It's Heaven's and you're so professional But listen closely to this confessional
nice (that's nice), it's neat (it's neat) It's bitter and sweet, is it trick and You're talkin' fast but you're preaching now
We'd take a recipe for And bring it to the kitchen Mix it up to make our own Believed in God but you'd shake a at him
And Ray, does it seem holy, hey Ray-ay, does it hard And Ray-ay, it isn't that - now-ow
Oh-hoh-hoh, oh-hoh-hoh, Oh-hoh-hoh, oh-hoh-hoh,
You you spoke to God and asked a question You wonderin' what's 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 my problem 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 wop shoo wop Na-na-na-na, Na-na-na-na, bop shoo wop wop-ac