I got a question   Let me ashe you, can you explain your reasoning to me?   It ain't a matter of my hard luck or bad luck   When there's no luck in it for me   I'm not the type of man to hold a gruge against   Something I can hardly see   But to say that there's a reason for everything   Make me doubtful and intrigued to say the least      God you don't want to answer me   But if you do, you'd better agree   God you've got the strangest sense of humor   You're too funny to be so heavenly      I got you number and you own me   Show me a little common decency   I kneel before you and you bless me, test me   And answer with a plague inside of me   I'm not the type of man to pleas with the sky above   Or with the demon under me   But to say that there's a reason for everything   Makes me doubtful and intrigued to say the least      God you don't want to answer me   But if you do, you'd better agree   God you've got the strangest sense of humor   You're too funny to be so heavenly