Hate to do this to you kind folks, but as I'm just making this up as I type, I think I've come up with some better lyrics.

Here's the latest (and maybe last -- Whoopee!) revision:

WHEN THE ROLLS ARE PASSED UP YONDER
Parody lyrics by Sonja W. Oates 2008
Parody of "When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder" (James M. Black, 1893)

When the crumpets of the Lord shall 'round the flock be passed once more,
And it's breakfast time in Heaven, bright and fair;
Just as week by week we labored at God's culinary chores,
When the rolls are passed up yonder, we'll be there.

When the rolls are passed up yonder,
When the rolls are passed up yonder,
When the rolls are passed up yonder,
When the rolls are passed up yonder we'll be there.

On that heav'nly breakfast morning when the yeast of life shall rise,
And God's crescent rolls and biscuits we prepare;
When the chosen ones shall gather to receive celestial pies,
And the rolls are passed up yonder, we'll be there.

When the rolls are passed up yonder,
When the rolls are passed up yonder,
When the rolls are passed up yonder,
And the rolls are passed up yonder, we'll be there.

We shall labor in God's kitchen from the dawn till setting sun,
Never resting on our reborn derrières;
When God's salad course is over and the entree has begun,
And the rolls are passed up yonder, we'll be there.

When the rolls are passed up yonder,
When the rolls are passed up yonder,
When the rolls are passed up yonder,
And the rolls are passed up yonder, we'll be there.

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Of course, as we're doing parodies, I betcha some o' you fo'ks can come up with some even better lines.

Have at it!