The doors to the mission open at sevenAnd the soup will be ready about nineRight now it’s six-thirty, they’re ragged and dirtyThey’re standin’ and sittin’ and layin’ in lineFirst they’ll do a little singin’, then hear a little preachin’And get saved for the 3rd time this weekA bowl of soup later and a pat on the shoulderAnd by midnight, they’re back on the streetThey walk to the corner of 4th street and BroadwayThen take the first alley on the rightOne of them asks a stranger, “How ’bout a hand”?And he gives ‘em one finger at a timeThen they spot an old buddy with a bottle of heavenThen pass around what means everythingOne bottle for four, thank God, someone scoredAnd now the midnight choir starts to singWill they have Mogen David in Heaven?Dear Lord, we’d all like to knowWill they have Mogen David in Heaven, sweet Jesus?If they don’t, who the hell wants to go?Will they have Mogen David in Heaven?Dear Lord, we’d all like to knowWill they have Mogen David in Heaven, sweet Jesus?If they don’t, who the hell wants to go?
There’s an old polka song: In heaven there is no beer, that’s why we drink it here. When we are are gone from here,our friends will be drinking all the beer.
the lost wizard over 5 years ago
Altruism is not his long suit.
the lost wizard over 5 years ago
Altruism is not his long suit.
the lost wizard over 5 years ago
Altruism is not his long suit.
Liverlips McCracken Premium Member over 5 years ago
He’s right about the root beer, you know.
Breadboard over 5 years ago
Verne don’t worry …. be Happy !
Bruce1253 over 5 years ago
I’m OK with no Root Beer, don’t like it.
nosirrom over 5 years ago
Snoopy’s going to be really disappointed.
Russell Bedford over 5 years ago
As Larry Gatlin and his brothers used to sing:
5:02Midnight Choir (Mogen David)
The doors to the mission open at sevenAnd the soup will be ready about nineRight now it’s six-thirty, they’re ragged and dirtyThey’re standin’ and sittin’ and layin’ in lineFirst they’ll do a little singin’, then hear a little preachin’And get saved for the 3rd time this weekA bowl of soup later and a pat on the shoulderAnd by midnight, they’re back on the streetThey walk to the corner of 4th street and BroadwayThen take the first alley on the rightOne of them asks a stranger, “How ’bout a hand”?And he gives ‘em one finger at a timeThen they spot an old buddy with a bottle of heavenThen pass around what means everythingOne bottle for four, thank God, someone scoredAnd now the midnight choir starts to singWill they have Mogen David in Heaven?Dear Lord, we’d all like to knowWill they have Mogen David in Heaven, sweet Jesus?If they don’t, who the hell wants to go?Will they have Mogen David in Heaven?Dear Lord, we’d all like to knowWill they have Mogen David in Heaven, sweet Jesus?If they don’t, who the hell wants to go?
wiatr over 5 years ago
Um, do these guys really eat their Froot Loops in mayonnaise?
Mstreselena over 5 years ago
There’s an old polka song: In heaven there is no beer, that’s why we drink it here. When we are are gone from here,our friends will be drinking all the beer.