Jon Gibson - Preacher Man lyrics

Ah, yeah! We're gonna play some real music now! We got a story to tell and we gotta tell it good! Check this out! Little preacher man stands on 142nd Street He likes to preach at everybody that me meets He's really neat Little preacher man wear a little saxophone on his back If you head him play and sing, you'd have a heart attack He's real bad, Jack, that's a fact now! Everybody loves the little preacher man Oh, yeah, yeah, come on, now Ain't got no credit card or no Porsche Carrera Coupe But if you want to know what's going on Preacher man's got the scoop They call me super-dupe, ah, they say he's got the dupe Little preacher man, well, ah, you know he won't take no mess Hit him with your philosophy, he'll put you to the test And make you confess, he'll make you confess, now! Everybody loves the little preacher man Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Come on, now, let's play some music! Everybody loves the little preacher man Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Everybody loves Everybody loves the little preacher man Everybody's got to know, you got to love that man Everybody loves Everybody loves the little preacher man Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da-da-da