Better Lyrics

Words and Music by Terry Scott Taylor, Mark Cook, Jerry Parker Chamberlain
©1977 Maranatha! Music

2nd man:
(smugly)
Take my groceries and put 'em in the sack,
No checks, no cash, don't give me no flack.

Everyone:
(with reluctant optimism)
It's getting better, so much better

2nd man:
Don't have no worries, don't have no frets,
My little number never failed me yet.

Everyone:
It's getting better, so much better

Naive woman:
I love convenience, I said, it's so keen
He took our money mess, and he swept it clean
He's the wisest man this world has seen
It's getting better... better

2nd man:
Take my groceries and put 'em in the sack,
No checks, no cash, don't give me no flack.

Everyone:
(It's getting better, so much better

2nd man:
Don't have no worries, don't have no frets,
My little number never failed me yet.

Everyone:
It's getting better, so much better... better... better

Somebody stamp me!