When your mama just wants you to be happy
And your daddy just wants you to be rich
But money can't buy your smile
And happy don't scratch the itch
When you're looking out a great big window
Talking to your therapist
And you say you don't wanna let go
But you don't wanna exist
The Missouri in me calls it God
The God in me calls it me
But you don't need to believe to do it well
Do the hot gospel
Do the bad believer
Do the broken healer
Do the saint do the spell
Do the heaven do the hell
Baby, do the hot gospel
Do the bad believer
Baby, do the hot gospel
Baby, do the H-O-T G-O-S-P-EL
Do the hot
When the neon psychic gets it wrong
And you're clinging to your love like a kite
It's time to take back your palms
And dance through the night
The Missouri in me calls it God
The God in me calls it me
But you don't need to believe to do it well
Do the hot gospel
Do the bad believer
Do the broken healer
Do the saint do the spell
Do the heaven do the hell
Baby, do the hot gospel
Do the bad believer
Baby, do the hot gospel
Baby, do the H-O-T G-O-S-P-EL
Do the hot gospel
'Cuz I got God in my heart still
They put him there against my will
I'm gonna make the most of this hill
I'm gonna do the hot gospel
From Missouri down to Nashville
To the city of angels
I'm gonna make the most of this hill
I'm gonna do the hot gospel
