I'm a preacher sweating in the pews, For the salvation I'm bringing you, I'm a salesmen selling hooks and plans, And myself making demands. When I'm home alone I just dance by myself, And you pull my head so close volume goes without truth. Signing off, 'I'm all right in bed but I'm better with a pen', The kid was all right but it went to his head. I am God's gift, Why would he bless me with, Such wit without a conscience equiped? I'm addicted to the way I feel when I think of you, "There's to much green to feel blue". When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself, And you pull my head so close volume goes without truth. Signing off, 'I'm all right in bed but I'm better with a pen', The kid was all right but it went to his head. When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself, And you pull my head so close volume goes without truth. Signing off, 'I'm all right in bed but I'm better with a pen', 'I'm all right in bed but I'm better with a pen', 'I'm all right in bed but I'm better with a pen', The kid was all right but it went to his head.