Mr. Bellows Lyrics

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 [Incomprehensible]