He's a lonely preacher and he lives at the Swiss Hotel   One night in the middle of a sermon, oh, out the window he fell   Oh, oh, Lenny, we're so glad you're getting well well well   You see the hardheaded people all dress up in a big black robe   They say his word offend them, you know they're hiding their heads in the hole   The words are killing dirty, I use it in the last line   But use a short word for loving, and dad, you wind up doing time (you end up in jail)      Father Bruce is up and walking   Look out, he's gonna start talking   Oh, oh, Lenny, we're so glad you're getting well, well, well      Now won't you get your feet out, Catholic   Father Bruce is back in town   You know he's our kind of preacher   Ain't none of us gonna put him down   He's trying to say something to you, listen while you're still around   Who's gonna carry all the workload when you're ten feet under ground      Father Bruce is up and walking   Look out, he's gonna start talking   Oh, oh, Lenny, we're so glad you're getting well, well, well      Now you may say he's got a bad mouth, but I heard you just the other night   When you're car wouldn't start, boy, the words you said were out of sight   Well, you're a loco Charlie, wouldn't say that word out in a crowd   But Lenny's right up front, baby, speaking his mind right out loud      Father Bruce is up and walking   Look out, he's gonna start talking   Oh, oh, Lenny, we're so glad you're getting well, well, well Fuck!