ANGELS: Oh, Lord Oh, Lord LORD: Sorry ladies, to make you wait There's a couple of Buddhists at the Pearly Gate Asked for permission to come on board ANGELS: What'd you do Lord? LORD: I had to have 'em put out with the trash Sing it! ANGELS: Oh Lord, how great our Lord Oh Lord, how great our Lord LORD: Ladies, ladies Why does the earth, glide by below Like a great big rubber ball? ANGEL: It is like a rubber ball! Why does the bird, fly through the sky Why does the apple fall? LORD: Folks up here, ask me why Things go badly down below I tell them when they ask me why I really do not know ANGEL: But you do know, don't you Lord? LORD: 'Course I do! Sing it! ANGELS: Oh Lord, how great our Lord Oh Lord, how great our Lord LORD: Folks up here, ask me why Things go badly down below I like to tell them when they ask me why I really do not know ANGEL: But you do know, don't you Lord? LORD: 'Course I do! Sing it! ANGELS: Oh Lord, how great our Lord Oh Lord, how great our Lord Oh Lord, how great our Lord Oh Lord, how great our Lord Oh Lord, how great our Lord