ANGELS:
Oh, Lord
Oh, Lord
LORD:
Sorry ladies, to make you wait
There's a couple of Buddhists at the Pearly Gate
Asked for permission to come on board
ANGELS:
What'd you do Lord?
LORD:
I had to have 'em put out with the trash
Sing it!
ANGELS:
Oh Lord, how great our Lord
Oh Lord, how great our Lord
LORD:
Ladies, ladies
Why does the earth, glide by below
Like a great big rubber ball?
ANGEL:
It is like a rubber ball!
Why does the bird, fly through the sky
Why does the apple fall?
LORD:
Folks up here, ask me why
Things go badly down below
I tell them when they ask me why
I really do not know
ANGEL:
But you do know, don't you Lord?
LORD:
'Course I do! Sing it!
ANGELS:
Oh Lord, how great our Lord
Oh Lord, how great our Lord
LORD:
Folks up here, ask me why
Things go badly down below
I like to tell them when they ask me why
I really do not know
ANGEL:
But you do know, don't you Lord?
LORD:
'Course I do! Sing it!
ANGELS:
Oh Lord, how great our Lord
Oh Lord, how great our Lord
Oh Lord, how great our Lord
Oh Lord, how great our Lord
Oh Lord, how great our Lord
