Текст песни: Jim Bakker + перевод

I wanna see a kingdom come

I wanna be, what’s the word, like a son-of-a-gun

Spare the rod, spoil the child

Be like baby Jesus all meek and mild

He’ll be sick and raise the dead

And if I can’t do either, let’s say I did

Oh lord, it’s me again

Your poor, hard-workin' televangelist

Well, Hell is hot and God is good

So lay your money down like you know you should

Daddy needs a private jet

And nows your clean-cut boys make your granny sweat

She is a, when she gets saved

You see you can’t get to heaven on roller skates

Oh lord, it’s me again

Your poor, hard-workin' televangelist

(Ooh, poor, hard-workin' televangelist)

(Ooh, poor, hard-workin' televangelist)

Oh my god, what did I do

For those fifteen minutes in a hotel room

(Hotel room)

I know that I have been redeemed

But those government men, oh, they don’t believe

Baby Jesus, come back please

I don’t wanna be around when they’re comin' for me

Oh lord, it’s me again

Your poor, hard-workin' televangelist

Don’t let 'em do me in

Your poor, hard-workin' televangelist

(Ooh, poor, hard-workin' televangelist)

(Ooh, poor, hard-workin' televangelist)

Перевод песни Jim Bakker