Lyrics

Good Health, Clear Skies and Disposition’s Sunny

Wouldn’t you like to have a girlfriend named Babette
Lounging in her lingerie, shadowed in silhouette
Bedazzling in the bedroom holding up the dead groom
Wouldn’t you like to have a girlfriend named Babette

Wouldn’t you like to be somebody’s imaginary friend
Certainly less miserable, invincibly invisible until the end
Writing a sonnet for living in a monitor
Wouldn’t you like to be somebody’s imaginary friend?

Wouldn’t you like to have a whole lot of money
Good Health Clear Skies and Disposition’s Sunny
Put your friends in business ask the Lord‘s forgiveness
Wouldn’t you like to have a truck full of money?

I’ll tell you what I think it’s like
The minute that you think you might be losing your mind
It’s like racing against the clock looking for a matching sock you’ll never find
Hearing color seeing sounds getting lost in your town.
This is what I think it’s like when you’re losing your mind.

Wouldn’t you like to see the Holy Ghost
Hear the angel singing to the heavenly host
Put yourself on the line you don’t have to be divine
Wouldn’t you like to see the Holy Ghost