I know a man, rich as a king,
Still he just won't give his neighbor a thing,
His day will come, I'll make a bet,
He'll get to Heaven and here's what he'll get;

Chorus:
A rusty old halo, and a skinny white cloud,
Some second hand wings, full of patches,
Rusty

I'd scoot myself right
I had to fight the gals off
But now they say, {P} ..."Oh, he makes me sick."
He's
He's too
He's a-gettin'
He's
When I was young I had a lot of pep
I could get around, I didn't need no help
But since I'm old and a-gettin' gray
The peo