Jim Bakker

I wanna see a kingdom come
I wanna be, what's the word, like a son-of-a-gun
Spare the rod, spoil the child
Be like baby Jesus all meek and mild

He'll be sick and raise the dead
And if I can't do either, let's say I did
Oh lord, it's me again
Your poor, hard-workin' televangelist

Well, Hell is hot and God is good
So lay your money down like you know you should
Daddy needs a private jet
And nows your clean-cut boys make your granny sweat

She is a [rough tome?], when she gets saved
You see you can't get to heaven on roller skates
Oh lord, it's me again
Your poor, hard-workin' televangelist

(Ooh, poor, hard-workin' televangelist)
(Ooh, poor, hard-workin' televangelist)

Oh my god, what did I do
For those fifteen minutes in a hotel room
(Hotel room)
I know that I have been redeemed
But those government men, oh, they don't believe

Baby Jesus, come back please
I don't wanna be around when they're comin' for me
Oh lord, it's me again
Your poor, hard-workin' televangelist

Don't let 'em do me in
Your poor, hard-workin' televangelist
(Ooh, poor, hard-workin' televangelist)
(Ooh, poor, hard-workin' televangelist)