He's a lonely preacher and he lives at the Swiss Hotel One night in the middle of a sermon, oh, out the window he fell Oh, oh, Lenny, we're so glad you're getting well well well You see the hardheaded people all dress up in a big black robe They say his word offend them, you know they're hiding their heads in the hole The words are killing dirty, I use it in the last line But use a short word for loving, and dad, you wind up doing time (you end up in jail)
Father Bruce is up and walking Look out, he's gonna start talking Oh, oh, Lenny, we're so glad you're getting well, well, well
Now won't you get your feet out, Catholic Father Bruce is back in town You know he's our kind of preacher Ain't none of us gonna put him down He's trying to say something to you, listen while you're still around Who's gonna carry all the workload when you're ten feet under ground
Father Bruce is up and walking Look out, he's gonna start talking Oh, oh, Lenny, we're so glad you're getting well, well, well
Now you may say he's got a bad mouth, but I heard you just the other night When you're car wouldn't start, boy, the words you said were out of sight Well, you're a loco Charlie, wouldn't say that word out in a crowd But Lenny's right up front, baby, speaking his mind right out loud
Father Bruce is up and walking Look out, he's gonna start talking Oh, oh, Lenny, we're so glad you're getting well, well, well Fuck!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
