Well, your clock is gonna stop
At Saint Peter's gate
Ya gonna ask him what time it is
He's gonna say, "It's too late"
Hey, hey
I'd sure hate to be you
On that dreadful day
You're gonna start to sweat
And you ain't gonna stop
You're gonna have a nightmare
And never wake up
Hey, hey, hey
I'd sure hate to be you
On that dreadful day
You're gonna cry for pills
And your head's gonna be in a knot
But the pills are gonna cost more
Than what you've got
Hey, hey
I'd sure hate to be you
On that dreadful day
You're gonna have to walk naked
Can't ride in no car
You're gonna let everybody see
Just what you are
Hey, hey
I'd sure hate to be you
On that dreadful day
Well, the good wine's a-flowin'
For five cents a quart
You're gonna look in your moneybags
And find you're one cent short
Hey, hey, hey
I'd sure hate to be you
On that dreadful day
You're gonna yell and scream
Don't anybody care?
You're gonna hear out a voice say
Shoulda listened when you heard
The word down there
Hey, hey
I'd sure hate to be you
On that dreadful day
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