Christopher Cross — Reverend Blowhard lyrics

Lyrics

You’re so white
And you’re so right
They used to sit with their checkbooks
And watch you on Saturday night
And you made sure they knew
They were born in sin
And gave the address
Where they could mail it in Uh-huh
Save ya, uh-huh
So you preached
And you beseeched
The old and the sad and the weak
Were the people you reached
And they made you famous
They made you fat
And God forgave you
Or something like that
Uh-huh
Save ya, uh-huh
Ain’t that sweet
Ain’t that clever
They’re thinking they’ll live forever
You brought it And they bought it Now life is a breeze
Reverend Blowhard
Hey have a cigar
Ride in the car
With the bar
Your chauffeur has a halo!
You were the man
But he’s got a plan
Work on your tan
But lay low
Hey buddy the chosen are few
But you got some ‘splainin' to do The hooker that died in your room
And the sailors who tied you with duct tape
And wailed with that cat-o'-nine-tails
All those tales
That’s one indulgence you could not sell
Your friends of the flesh
Left their surprise from hell
Uh-huh
Ain’t life whack
Ain’t life funny
All the things you can get with money
They brought it And you bought it Get down on your knees
Ain’t that sweet
Ain’t that clever
Our heaven is now or never
But you brought it And they bought it It’s all a disease
Reverend Blowhard
Blow blow Blowhard