God Song

Music & Lyrics by Barrett Z. Gross

Copyright 2000-2004

 

God likes to fish in Maine and Wyoming

He is the all-knowing he’s so carefree

God likes to play cards in Las Vegas

He drives a red Porsche, he’s six-foot three

 

I want to be like God

I want to be I want to be

 

God likes to smoke herbs grown in Sonoma

They cure his glaucoma they let him see

God never waits in lines at the airport

He flies his own transport, he travels free

 

I want to be like God

I want to be I want to be

 

God’s really such a funny guy

Why else would so many millions cry

Maybe that’s why God gets high

It takes his mind off you and me

 

God’s really just a funny guy

Why else would so many millions die

Life’s too short and much to brutish

For someone who’s been raised Jewish

 

God likes to have a beer with his buddies

He never studies and still gets A’s

God at the Super Bowl he always watches

From luxury boxes and drinks champagne

 

I want to be like God

I want to be I want to be like God