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

(Thats right, you asked for it, remember there is a big difference
between kneeling down and bending over . . .)

Hes got twenty million dollars
In his Heavenly Bank Account . . .
All from those chumps who was
Born again
Oh yeah, oh yeah

Hes got seven limousines
And a private plane . . .
All for the use of his
Special Friends
Oh yeah, oh yeah

Hes got thousand-dollar suits
And a Wembley Tie . . .
Girls love to stroke it
While hes on the phone
Oh yeah, oh yeah

At the House of Representatives
Hes a groovy guy . . .
When he Gives Thanks
He is not alone . . .

He is dealin
He is really dealin
IRS cant determine
Where The Hook is

It is easy with the Bible
To pretend that
Youre in Show Biz
(And a-one, and a-two, and a . . . )

They wont 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 . . . )

Hes 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:
Hes a lovely man!
He makes it easier for
Them to screw
All of you . . .
Yes, thats true!

Cause he helps put The Fear of God
In the Common Man
Snatchin up money
Everywhere he can
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

Hes got twenty million dollars
In his Heavenly Bank Account
You aint got nothin, people
You aint got nothin, people
You aint got nothin, people
Thank the man . . . oh yeah

As we end another broadcast day
Let me say
That you aint got nothin
And hes got it all