Heavenly Bank Account Lyrics by Frank Zappa

Heavenly Bank Account Lyrics

    Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
    Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
    Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
    Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
    Steve vai (guitar)
    Tommy mars (keyboards)
    Arthur barrow (bass)
    Ed mann (percussion)
    David ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet)
    Motorhead sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals)
    Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
    David logeman (drums)
    Craig steward (harmonica)
    Jimmy carl black (vocals)
    Ahmet zappa (vocals)
    Moon zappa (vocals)

    And if these words you do not heed
    Your pocketbook just kinda might recede
    When some man comes along and
    Claims godly need
    He will clean you out right through your
    Tweed

    That's right, remember there is a big
    Difference between kneeling down
    And bending over...
    He's got twenty million dollars
    In his heavenly bank account...
    All from those chumps who was
    Born again
    Oh yeah, oh yeah

    He's got seven limousines
    And a private plane...
    All for the use of his
    Special friends
    Oh yeah, oh yeah
    He's got thousand-dollar suits
    And a wembley tie...
    Girls love to stroke it
    While he's on the phone
    Oh yeah, oh yeah

    At the house of representatives
    He's a groovy guy...
    When he gives thanks
    He is not alone...

    He is dealin'
    He is really dealin'
    Irs can't determine
    Where the hook is

    It is easy with the bible
    To pretend that
    You're in show biz

    They won't get him
    They will never get him
    For the naughty stuff
    That he did

    It is best in cases like this
    To pretend that
    You are stupid

    He's got presidential help
    All along the way

    He says the grace
    While the lawyers chew
    Oh yeah
    They sure do

    And the govenors agree to say:
    "he's a lovely man!"
    He makes it easier for
    Them to screw
    All of you...
    Yes, that's true!

    'cause he helps put the fear of god
    In the common man
    Snatchin' up money
    Everywhere he can
    Oh yeah
    Oh yeah

    He's got twenty million dollars
    In his heavenly bank account
    You ain't got nothin', people
    You ain't got nothin', people
    You ain't got nothin', people
    Thank the man...oh yeah

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