Big Wedge

I found a new religion yesterday, I'd just cleared immigration JFK a priest got in a cadillac, the shoe shine boy sang gospel as God and his accountants drove away. You'll see him coast to coast on live tv, in a stadium rocked by Satan just the night before the collection from the faithful is tax free it'll pay for his presidential campaign and his yacht And we all bow down, we bow down to the big wedge and we'll buy ourselves some heaven on earth we sell our souls, sell our souls for big wedge are we selling out tomorrow for today? A surgeon checks your plastic on the telephone a casio concerto entertains you while you hold your credit rating's good for a Madonna or a Bardot a Dali or a Picasso for his wall.