Christopher Cross - Reverend Blowhand lyrics

You're so white And you're so right They used to sit with their checkbooks And watch you on Saturday night And you made sure they knew They were born in sin And gave the address Where they could mail it in Uh-huh Save ya, uh-huh So you preached And you beseeched The old and the sad and the weak Were the people you reached And they made you famous They made you fat And God forgave you Or something like that Uh-huh Save ya, uh-huh Ain't that sweet Ain't that clever They're thinking they'll live forever You brought it And they bought it Now life is a breeze Reverend Blowhard Hey have a cigar Ride in the car With the bar Your chauffeur has a halo! You were the man But he's got a plan Work on your tan But lay low Hey buddy the chosen are few But you got some 'splainin' to do The hooker that died in your room And the sailors who tied you with duct tape And wailed with that cat-o'-nine-tails All those tales That's one indulgence you could not sell Your friends of the flesh Left their surprise from hell Uh-huh Ain't life whack Ain't life funny All the things you can get with money They brought it And you bought it Get down on your knees Ain't that sweet Ain't that clever Our heaven is now or never But you brought it And they bought it It's all a disease Reverend Blowhard Blow blow Blowhard