Lord, she’s tryin’
To gain fortune and fame
She wants the people
To see her face
And know her name

She wants to be the engine
That pulls along the train
She wants to go through life
Usin’ nothin’ but her brain

It won’t work
It won’t work
It won’t work

She doesn’t react violently
When I mention Jesus’ name
Not as others
Who act like it’s profane

Not her, she’s calm and cool
As she plays her cynic’s game
She wants the people
To see her face
And know her name

It won’t work
It won’t work
It won’t work

For what profit is it
If you should gain the world and lose your soul?

Words and Music by Chuck Brown