Lookin' Down Lyrics

The steeple people ate a chapel apple

And the pew-few they had stew

Altar Walter said to Bible Bill that

Phil could use a pill

Collection Plate Kate said to Choir Nate

Said don't be late, we'll skate at Eight

And we'll open the page to where the gods break bread

And the wine ain't blood but it's still red

Yeah, how do you do

And how do you don't

How will you will

And how will you won't

All he does is all he's gotta do

All he does is all he's gotta do

All he does is all he's gotta do

He's looking down on me and you

Looking down

Yeah, first things first and worst things worse then last things last and then break your glass

It's the tax times too

That's what you do

And if you give me lip, you'll get no tip

The burger is red, it ain't even dead

And the poultry too

I'm telling you, don't get the fish

Swam off my dish

And the barbecue smells like a shoe

Yeah, how do you do

And how do you don't

How will you will

And how will you won't

All he does is all he's gotta do

All he does is all he's gotta do

All he does is all he's gotta do

He's looking down on me and you

Yeah, I said it again

I said all he does is all he's gotta do

Yeah, all he does is all he's gotta do

All he does is all he's gotta do

He's looking down on me and you

And I'm telling him, mama

All he does is all he's gotta do

Yeah, all he does is all he's gotta do

Yeah, I said all he does is all he's gotta do

He's looking down on me and you

He's looking down on me and you