Good evening, Mr. Bellows

Good evening, Mr. Bellows

Good evening, Mr. Bellows President, he's a pretty nice guy

I'd like to take him out to dinner sometime

Drive around in his motorcade

Talk about those bills that ain't been paid Maybe later on, just for fun

We'll shoot off his submachine gun

Shoot out the sky, shoot out the sea

Shoot out those dreams 'bout you and me Take my hand girl, I know where you've been

Up the flag pole, back down again

Walk on water or sink or swim

You're with me Her Majesty, the Queen is a pretty nice babe

And I'd like to take her down to St. Petersburg someday

Hang around with her friends and old Joe Kennedy

After dinner I might give her a squeeze We'll just see how blue her blood really is

And in the mornin' she can introduce me to her kids Take my hand girl, I know where you've been

Up the flag pole, back down again

Walk on water or sink or swim

You're with me Well, our Lord Jesus, He wants me to pray

So I do every single day

Don't know, if I'm comin' in very clear

Supposedly He can hear me from here And sometimes He gives me a little relief

When I'm down here on my knees

But there's no redemption on judgment day

For people like you and me Take my hand girl, I know where you've been

Up the flag pole, back down again

Walk on water or sink or swim

You're with me You're with me

You're with me

Yo that, an' you're with me

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