Come on baby won't you show me what you got there I want your salvation whoah Come on baby won't you show me what you got there I want your salvation whoah There's a neighborhood called Blackhawk where all the rich people hide I was down on my luck working for the Salvation Army The shelter is where I reside Everyday we drive into Blackhawk and pick up the offerings Microwave ovens refridgerators for the suffering Come on baby won't you show me what you got there I want your salvation whoah Come on baby won't you show me what you got there I want your salvation whoah I can't believe these people live like kings Hidden estates and diamond rings I'm a rat  out on a mission I'm in your front yard under suspicion Come on baby won't you show me what you got there I want your salvation whoah Come on baby won't you show me what you got there I want your salvation whoah