Praise the Lord, and send me the money
I'm happy, you can be happy too
If you praise the Lord, and send me the money
That's what Jesus wants you to do
Late one night while watchin' Columbo
I fell asleep 'til quarter past three
When just like a vision, I thought I was dreamin'
I heard the voice of a man on TV
He said,
Praise the Lord, and send me the money
I'm happy, you can be happy too
If you praise the Lord, and send me the money
That's what Jesus wants you to do
I set straight up, and reached for my checkbook
Tremblin' with guilt, took my Bic pen in hand
I wrote out the figures of one and four zeros
Went out and mailed it with a note to that man
And I said,
Praise the Lord, I'm sendin' the money
I surely wanna be happy like you
Praise the Lord, I'm sendin' the money
That's what Jesus wants me to do
I woke up late for work the next mornin'
I could not believe what I had done
Wrote a hot check to Jesus for ten thousand dollars
And my bank account only held thirty-one
I got a second job at a gasoline station
I'm savin' my money to pay what I owe
I don't get much sleep 'cause I stay up late watchin'
All of the folks on the Lord's TV show
Sayin',
Praise the Lord, and send me the money
I'm so happy, you can be happy too
If you praise the Lord, and send me the money
That's what Jesus wants you to do
Praise the Lord, I'm sendin' the money
Artist: David Bowie
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