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 WING    IT

HI THERE ST. PETER
BUDDY PAL OLD FRIEND
YOU WAS THERE WITH ME
AT THE VERY END

YOU KNOW YOU HAVE BEEN
MY BUD THROUGH LIFE
HELPING ME THROUGH ALL
MY TROUBLES AND STRIFE

YOU KNOW THAT OLD LADY THAT I STOLE
WELL I DID HER A FAVOUR, BENNY WAS GOING TO JUST ROLL
BENNY IS A MEAN OLD GRUFF
NOT ONLY BE LONELY HE WOULD TAKE ALL HER STUFF

AND THAT GUY I STABBED IN THE BACK
WELL MORALS IN LIFE HE LACKED
I HEAR YOU GOT CONNECTIONS UP THERE
BE GOOD TO ME, AND I WILL BUY THE FIRST BEER

YOU SEE THOSE BIG WINGS WOULD BE GREAT
JUST SLAP THEM ON MY BACK AND JUST WAIT
I'LL KICK THAT OLD SATANS BUTT IF YOU WANT
IT'S NOT BECAUSE I CAN'T, I JUST DON'T TAUGHT

NOW THERE ST. PETER REPLIED
I WAS THERE WHEN YOU DIED
THAT CAN'T BE DONE
YOU HAVE TO SEE THE LORD ALONE

COME ON OLD BUD, ST PETER YOU CAN AND HAVE A SIT
YOU COULD TELL ME WHAT IS SAID IF YOU HAVE A HARD TIME

                  JUST WING IT                      







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