Through tunnel vision him rant and rave He says there's beyond the grave He lost his slice of the cake Well, in His Heaven and He's on the take
nice (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 feast - now
Bits and I remember slightly, it was a long time ago have our hot and holy conversations And the problems of the drunken world
Now a clerical chokes at your convictions You slowly for the old addiction It's Heaven's and you're so professional But closely to this closed confessional
nice (that's nice), it's neat (it's neat) It's bitter and sweet, is it trick and You're talkin' but you're preaching feast now
take a recipe for religion And it to the theological 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, it seem hard And Ray-ay, it isn't that easy -
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 everybody does what they to Provided it's true, that's all
He said, hey Big G you said my problem I'm not so sure what's true He I'll let you in on my big secret, Ray The final truth is - is no truth, and
Na-na-na-na, bop wop shoo wop Na-na-na-na, Na-na-na-na, bop shoo wop shoo