Jon Gibson Preacher Man Lyrics

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Little preacher man stands on 142nd Street
He likes to preach at everybody that me meets
He's really neat
Little preacher man wear a little saxophone on his back
If you head him play and sing, you'd have a heart attack
He's real bad, Jack, that's a fact now!

Everybody loves the little preacher man
Oh, yeah, yeah, come on, now

Ain't got no credit card or no Porsche Carrera Coupe
But if you want to know what's going on
Preacher man's got the scoop
They call me super-dupe, ah, they say he's got the dupe Little preacher man, well, ah, you know he won't take no mess
Hit him with your philosophy, he'll put you to the test
And make you confess, he'll make you confess, now!

Everybody loves the little preacher man
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, now, let's play some music!

Everybody loves the little preacher man
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Everybody loves
Everybody loves the little preacher man
Everybody's got to know, you got to love that man
Everybody loves
Everybody loves the little preacher man
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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