(With an enormous nod to John Prines’s”Whistle and Fish”)
I’d like to think I’d led a good life
Brought two kids up and I daren’t beat the wife
Never carried a gun, never used a knife
But is that enough for Heaven?
Weighed on his scales neither bad nor good
Could I have done better? I’m sure that I could
But if I lived again not so sure that I would
And anyway, what’s in Heaven?
Angels with harps is a fine sight to see
Thankyou very much but they’re not my cup of tea
And all of them virgins they’re no good to me
But I hope that there’s biscuits in Heaven.
Wagon wheels and Jaffa cakes
Custard creams and brownie bakes
Shortbread, penguins and Heaven knows
What kind of Heaven lacks Oreos?
Angels with harps is a fine sight to see
The thing I look forward to when I die
I hope to meet that Jesus – he’s my kind of guy
But best of all there’ll be no need to buy
Chocolate biscuits in Heaven.
Angels with harps is a fine sight to see
Angels with harps is a fine sight to see
