I’ve played it out in my head so many times before
I’m fixing dinner at home and there’s a knock on the door
He holds the check out in his hand
Oh my God, it’s Ed MacMahon!

Every night I pray to God above me
To send his love along with lots of money
Because in my heart I feel him calling me to
Easy Street

Swimming down at the Y for exercise is hard
When I know God could provide me with a pool in my yard
And I could meet my deeper needs
With a couple thousand more square feet

Every night I pray to God above me
To send his love along with lots of money
Because in my heart I feel him calling me to
Easy Street

A masterbath with double sinks would help me out for sure
A TV screen as high as me might be the only cure
For this middle class depravity, the sacrifices I endure
Deliver me Oh Lord!

And so I dream of the day when all my worries are gone
The lotteries and the sweepstakes, man, I play ‘em all
And though my faith has made me strong
These days I’m barely hanging on

Every night I pray to God above me
To send his love along with lots of money
Because in my heart I feel him calling me to
Easy Street

Grant us peace oh God and feed the hungry
And don’t forget to give me lots of money
Because I believe you have a plan for me
On Easy Street