I'd Hate to Be You On That Dreadful Day

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 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, "Should've listened when you heard the word down there"

Hey, hey! I'd sure hate to be you on that dreadful day

That's my Calypso type number