Lyrics Heavenly Bank Account - Live - Frank Zappa

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

(That's right, remember there is a big difference
Between kneeling down and bending over)

He's got twenty million dollars in his Heavenly bank account
All from those chumps who was born again
Oh yeah, oh yeah

He's got seven limousines and a private plane
All for the use of his special Friends
Oh yeah, oh yeah

He's got thousand-dollar suits and a Wembley Tie
Girls love to stroke it while he's on the phone
Oh yeah, oh yeah

At the House of Representatives he's a groovy guy
When he Gives Thanks he is not alone

He is dealin'
He is really dealin'
IRS can't determine
Where the hook is

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

They won't 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
(Da)

He's 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:
"He's a lovely man"
He makes it easier for them to screw
All of you
Yes, that's true

'Cause he helps put The Fear of God in the Common Man
Snatchin' up money
Orn again everywhere he can
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

He's got twenty million dollars in his Heavenly bank account
You ain't got nothin', people
(Tax the churches)
You ain't got nothin', people
(Tax the businesses owned by the churches)
You ain't got nothin', people
Thank the man oh yeah

That's right, you ain't got nothing and they got it all
And your miserable ass is up against the wall
The only thing you've not tried is the sport of charms
And that's suicide