Oh, yeah.
This one's just for fun.
I sat cold and lonely in front of my TV
hopin' something warm and good
would come and rescue me.
But you can't buy God's blessing,
it's gotta come from the heart.
So turn off that old RCA
and let 'em try their luck with cars.
Let them sell Lincolns, Mercurys and Fords,
(Mercurys and Fords)
household cleansin' products
by foot, door to door.
The insecure are preyed on
every day and every night.
Please stop trying to find Jesus via satellite.
Well, Jimmy takes a ten spot, Oral takes a five.
You get faxed a letter,
"Thanks for keeping God alive."
Oral's building condos
and Jimmy's in Palm Springs
making love beneath the desert moon
with a prostitute named Jean.
(Oh, my!)
Let them sell Lincolns, Mercurys and Fords,
(Mercurys and Fords).
Hey, yeah, household cleansin' products
by foot, door to door.
Well, the insecure are preyed on
every day and every night.
Please stop trying to find Jesus via satellite,
via satellite,
via satellite.
(Thank you all for comin', I need the money).