I don't want to start any blasphemous rumous,
but I think that God's gone to six cents a dealer,
and when I die I expect to find him laughing.

The story:

I was singing along to the lyrics, as I usually did
driving in my car, and one of my friends told me. It
had never really occurred to me that my lyrics didn't
make any sense. I guess I thought "gone to six
cents a dealer" was some sort of British expression
for selling someone short.