I had a dream last night, I walked thru the Hall Of Fame.
Encased in concrete, "Golden Stars", I wispered every name.
When I left, I bowed my head, stating softly to my wife...
"It doesn't mean a thing, unless you're in the Book Of Life!"
Vacation came, we took our trip down to.."HollyWood and Vine"..
there we saw more etched stars of blazing bronze this time.
They finally made it "Big", I jest, thoughts of my financial strife.
"It doesn't mean a thing, unless you're in the Book Of Life!"
We returned to our hotel, while in the lobby, took a look..
of all the names there written, in the beautiful Guessbook.
Shall I sign our's in here?..were words that cut me like a knife..
"It doesn't mean a thing, unless you're in the Book Of Life!"
Our final days were over, as we climbed the Golden stairs.
we then approched Heaven's Gate, St.Peter met us there.
Enter in thou faithful, God calls you and your wife.
"That can only mean one thing, your in the Book Of Life!"