Eye of the Needle

Jimmy Jones is trying to shrink his camel,
Because his money’s out grown his soul,
But his envy keeps falling out of his pocket,
Where his pride has worn a hole,
He never hurt anyone helped all he could,
Why should his luck be a sin,
Sleepy sundays and strip tease sermons,
And every prayer ends with amen.
Joe Dough is trying to balance his checkbook, Wants to buy some more honey bees,
Another blossom from the root of all evil,
He wants a garden of money trees,
No second thoughts; doubts or regrets,
He can be guilty of all guilt will allow,
And innocent of any blame.
Sammy Smith wants to pay the electric bill,
The nights are getting cold,
But he’s warmed by the thoughts that one day he’ll walk,
On streets paved with gold,
He’ll have all Heaven’s riches to himself,
He lives for that dying day,
Righteous enough to be heaven’s bouncer,
He’ll make the rich man pay.