Dunno if I can make the lines break properly, but here goes: Layin' in the gutter, pretzels in my beard; Shirt all stained with whisky; I thought the end was near; 'Til the Salvation Army comes; And Saves me from the hearse; Let's all bust a gut now and sing another verse: Chorus: Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Throw a nickel on the drum, save another drunken bum. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Throw a nickel on the drum, and you'll be saved. Way up in heaven where there is no snow; And all year round, the watermelons grow; Where the rich man, the poor man, the gentile and the Jew; All sit together in the same damn pew. Oh there'll be no distinctions there. There'll be no distinctions there. The Lord is good the Lord is just; The Lord is head of the railroad trust. There'll be no distinctions there. Chorus HTML line breaks added. -JoeClone 17-Jan-2001.
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