You better have your fun
 Before you get away
 Get you a stray or get you a gay
 Get you a man or woman
 But have it your way
 I'll tell you why
 It should be a lie
 May not be no pie up in the sky
 When you die

 Hey a lot of crooks are gone
 A lot of politicians
 And even Jimmy Jones
 If they get to heaven before you do
 There may not be nothing left for you

 How do you know the streets are paved with gold
 No one's come back to prove it so
 If they got a lot of gold and angels with wings
 By the time you get there
 May not be a thing

 Hey you don't know if it's true
 You better treat me
 Like I treat you
 You say you're going to heaven
 It looks like hell
 They put you in a hole
 Almost deep as a well