Gold God Bob Halligan Jr.

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Lyrics

My life was a struggle,
nothin' but strain,
but this groovy new prayer I'm prayin'
made everything change.
I used to stay home on Fridays.
Nowhere I could afford to go.
Now I'm King of the Highways.
Now I'm swimming in dough.

I've got a Gold God.
He's like a Visa card.
All I do is pray and money comes my way.
I've got a Gold God.
Some people think it's odd.
If he wants me to be rich,
what's a guy to say?
I've got a Gold God.
I've got a Gold God.

He extended my territory.
Now I eat at the Ritz.
Chew olives in It'ly and spit out the pits.
Pull up in a Lexus,
make everyone drool.
I'm bigger than Texas.
I'm cooler than cool.

Some guys have all the luck.
Some guys get all the gold.
Backed up my pick-up truck,
loaded all the gold that it would hold.

I saw a thing in the Good Book
that isn't so great.
Somethin' 'bout a camel, the eye of a needle.
Hope I'm not too late.
Lord, if I say I'm sorry,
make right what went wrong.
There'll be a new way of singin'
the same old song.