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 |