On the hunt for a song my father used to sing -once more.

All I can remember are snatches of the words, probably not even in the right order.

"in poor man's heaven we'll run the whole place There's nothing up there but good luck and the (strawberry) pie is (this grew every time we sang it)high And the whipped cream they brought in a truck.

It also contained the lines "We'll sleep in a pulman at night And if someone should dare to ask for our fare We'll get up and put out his lights."