As curiosity swirls like a falling leaf
I sit down to consider my beliefs
but Hell, I’m bound to stumble
into a pit of regrets
so I best get to walkin’
stop this foolish scribblin’
perhaps begin to talkin’
like a drunk parrot.
On previous visits to Heaven,
angel food cake was served with eggnog
gold harps had strings extremely bent
cigar smoke was thick as smog
but Hell, I believe eternity should be
a little more lively, say a little more like
a Lynard Skynard concert.
But Hell, this ain’t goin’ anywhere, so
I’ll not bore y’all with silly facts
just leave you a simple tip
don’t sit on a tack
you’ll have a sore rump
but Hell, it’s full of those who
didn’t heed such advice!

burn baby burn