Bumped into God just the other day He had a pair of jeans on I said “hi” and he said “yes” And told me I was right on Said he’s been watching I’d lost my way I took a step back I looked him up and went to walk away “Hold on You’ve been running for far too long Give me some time.” I gave it, he took it Bared my soul And he nearly shook it But I had to go, last orders Round’s mine Sometimes I get the feeling someone wants my clothes. Sometimes
Sometimes he comes unstuck but he knows heaven knows He sits on stools and preys on one The bitter vicar I’d sympathise But he’d get me drunk then tell me I’d been sinning He’s got his wit, I think he’s lost his frock “This is your life!” “Yes I know, but I’ve got to go.” When all plots fail I think He’s here to shake some guilt emotions I think he’s sad Though I think he’s got The best devotion But to drink or heaven? I really don’t know