I'm a preacher sweating in the pews   For the salvation I'm bringing you   I'm a salesman, I'm selling you hooks and plans   And myself for making demands      When I'm home alone I just dance by myself   And you pull my head so close, volume goes with the truth   Signing off, "I'm all right in bed but I'm better with a pen"   The kid was alright but it went to his head      I am god's gift, but why would he bless me with   Such wit without a conscience equipped   I'm addicted to the way I feel when I think of you, woah   "There's too much green to feel blue"      When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself   And you pull my head so close, volume goes with the truth   Signing off, "I'm all right in bed but I'm better with a pen"   The kid was alright but it went to his head      When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself.   And you pull my head so close, volume goes with the truth   Signing off, "I'm all right in bed but I'm better with a pen"   "I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen"   "I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen"   The kid was alright but it went to his head