| Song | Reverend Blowhard |
| Artist | Christopher Cross |
| Album | Secret Ladder |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| 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 | |
| Uhhuh | |
| Save ya, uhhuh | |
| 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 | |
| Uhhuh | |
| Save ya, uhhuh | |
| 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 cato' ninetails | |
| All those tales | |
| That' s one indulgence you could not sell | |
| Your friends of the flesh | |
| Left their surprise from hell | |
| Uhhuh | |
| 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 |
| 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 | |
| Uhhuh | |
| Save ya, uhhuh | |
| 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 | |
| Uhhuh | |
| Save ya, uhhuh | |
| 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 cato' ninetails | |
| All those tales | |
| That' s one indulgence you could not sell | |
| Your friends of the flesh | |
| Left their surprise from hell | |
| Uhhuh | |
| 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 |