Jim Bakker Lyrics
I wanna see a kingdom come
I wanna be, what's the word, like a son-of-a-gun
[Spent] a rock, [spore] the child
Be like baby Jesus [on a meek] [?]
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], what she did say
[You see your granny cuts her head off] 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 your 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
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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)
