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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