Mormon Tabernacle screaming round the bend

Your ship is coming in.

Your ship is coming in.

And all the economic forecasts predict

My ship is coming in.

My ship is coming in.

(Tounges)

(chorus)

I make the soup, a thick gravy soup.

Come and get your spoons

'cuz I'm a world prophet.

Look at my shoes

[I've got size 12 shoes]

I've only got half a foot.

[Prophets don't fear the bottle]

Walking over puddles

I'm a world prophet.

Insects and bugs, arachnids and slugs.

Crawling down my leg.

Crawling down my leg.

And all the disregarded blood sausage saints.

Pawing out for change.

Pawing out for change.

(Tounges)

(Chorus)

Leather briefcase

Corporate waves.

They're packing in the train,

but I can part the waves.

Right down my spine

They're oozing down my spine

It's like a tounge of fire.

I've got a tounge of fire.

(Tounges)

And I make the soup.

A thick gravy soup.

Come and get your spoons

I'm a world prophet.

Put on your suits

Your dark navy suits.

Get out in the streets

and make a profit, a false profit