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