God Must Be a Boogie Man

He is three, one's in the middle, unmoved

Waiting to show what He sees to the other two

To the one attacking, so afraid

And the one that keeps trying to love and trust

And getting himself betrayed

In the plan, ooh, the divine plan

God must be a boogie man

(God must be a boogie man)

One's so sweet, so overly loving and gentle

He lets people into His innermost sacred temple

Blind faith to care, blind rage to kill

Why'd He let them talk Him down to cheap work and cheap thrills?

In the plan, ooh, the insulting plan

God must be a boogie man

(God must be a boogie man)

Which would it be, Mingus, one or two or three?

Which one do you think He'd want the world to see?

Well, world opinion's not a lot of help

When a man's only trying to find out how to feel about himself

In the plan, ooh, the cock-eyed plan

God must be a boogie man

(God must be a boogie man)

He is three