Hey you better hear what I say

You better have your fun

Before you get away

Get you a stray or get you a gay

Get you a man or woman

But have it your way

I'll tell you why

It should be a lie

May not be no pie up in the sky

When you die



Hey a lot of crooks are gone

A lot of politicians

And even Jimmy Jones

If they get to heaven before you do

There may not be nothing left for you



How do you know the streets are paved with gold

No one's come back to prove it so

If they got a lot of gold and angels with wings

By the time you get there

May not be a thing



Hey you don't know if it's true

You better treat me

Like I treat you

You say you're going to heaven

It looks like hell

They put you in a hole

Almost deep as a well