Oh, my darling
Tell me what are we waiting for
So much darling
That we've got to be thankful for
For our babies, our life and our love
Can't we settle for more than enough
Hey there, newsman
So you have anything good to say
So bad news sells more
Well don't you think there's a price to pay
For making us all so afraid
Until we turn you off and say
Hey there, preacher
Oh you're looking so tanned and trim
Please send money, money, money
What for? Your brand new Mercedes Benz
Salvation for pennies a week
Oh just call and you'll hear Jesus speak and I'll bet He'll say
Hey there, mirror, well you're the guiltiest one I see
You point the finger, of course they're all pointing back at me
Oh sweet Jesus, oh You think we'd have learned by now
Help us, Jesus, help us... help us to lay it down
