Oh, Lord
Oh, LordSorry ladies, to make you wait
There's a couple of Buddhists at the Pearly Gate
Asked my permission to come on board
(What'd you do, Lord?)
I had to have 'em put out with the trash, sing itOh, Lord
How great our Lord
Oh, Lord
How great our LordLadies, ladiesWhy does the earth glide by below
Like a great big rubber ball?
(It is like a rubber ball)
Why does the bird, fly through the sky
Why does the apple fall?
(We don't know, Lord)Folks up here, ask me why
Things go so badly down below
I tell them when they ask me why
I really do not know
(But you do know, don't you Lord?)
Of course I do, sing itOh, Lord
How great our Lord
Oh, Lord
How great our Lord
So great LordFolks up here, ask me why
Things go so badly down below
I like to tell them when they ask me why
I say, I really do not know
(But you do know, right?)
You know it, come onOh, Lord
How great our Lord
Oh, Lord
How great our LordOh, Lord
How great our Lord
Oh, Lord
How great our Lord
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