We can’t phone God ,yet he talked to Dory Previn

God has got no telephones in heaven
The saints need no Samaritans,I’m sure
We can’t phone God ,yet he talked to Dory Previn

Better to take holidays in Devon
No airports and no  crowds to squash, endure
God has got no telephones in heaven

I like one man , I don’t need twenty seven
One is all I want . is that quite clear?
We can’t ask God ,yet he talked to Dory Previn

Boris Johnson’s Turkish, don’t you love him?
The  white cliffs  and the rocks  are getting near
God has got no match  for him in heaven

Stalin killed   his people when they threatened
He  said that perfect love was based on fear
We can’t phone God ,yet he  wept  on Dory Previn
Beachy Head ,  where is    love’s  right decision
Will sorrow add a little more   to our provisions?
God has got no telephones in heaven
He ignores us but he skyped with Dory Previn