Pay the preacher tithes till
the day you die
He deserves an abundant life
Tickets to Paradise are sky
high
Come to our big sale
Tithe or you’ll fry
in hell
If you don’t pay enough
heaven will be rough
You’ll be my slave
in that Land of Love
Just a man to scrub my garbage
cans
My commode as well
Tithe or you’ll fry
in hell
Don’t use poverty as
an excuse
Work three jobs instead of
just two
Don’t rob God of the
cash you’ve got
Pay your spiritual bills
Tithe or you’ll fry
in hell
Wife number three needs a
diamond ring
Her great beauty brings praise
to our king
Sacrifice so she can look
nice
Instead of over the hill
Tithe or you’ll fry
in hell.
Tithe on your food stamps
to pay god
Even if you live in a cardboard
box
I need a fancy cruise to
spread the good news
And some fancy wheels
Tithe or you’ll fry
in hell.
Fasting saves a lot of money
on food
Eat more beans so you’ll
go toot toot
Gourmet cuisine is the life
for me
Shop at cheap yard sales
Tithe or you’ll fry
in hell.
Put Christ on your credit card
Wear your clothes till they
fall apart
Pay for the words I preach
at this church
There are no cheap thrills
Tithe or you’ll fry
in hell.
If you love the Lord you’ll
be a good sport
Pay god more or he’ll
make you poor
Tithe on the gross or your
ass’ll be toast
Brother, here’s the
deal
Tithe or you’ll fry
in hell.
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