Hasn't anyody seen me lately
I'll tell you why
Hasn't anybody seen me lately

I'll tell you why
I caught something made me so sick
That I thought that I would die

And I almost did too

First me knees begin to tremble

My heart begin to pound
First my knees begin to tremble
My heart begin to pound

It was arrhythmic and out of tune
I lost my equilibrium
And fell face down upon the ground


As I lay there on that cold pavement
A tear ran down my face

'Cause I thought I was dying
You boys know I'm not a religious man
But I sent a prayer out just in case

You never know
Lo and behold almost immediately
I had reason to believe my prayer had

Been heard in a very special place
'Cause I heard this sound


Ooooh
Yes
Oooh

Yes, it was harps and angels
Harps and angels coming near
I was to sick to roll over and see them

But I could hear them singin ever so beautifully
In my ear


Then the sound began to subside
And they sounded like background singers
And a voice come down from the heavens above

It was a voice full of anger from the Old Testament
And a voice full of love from the New One
And the street lit up

Like it was the middle of the day
And I lay there quiet and listened to what that
Voice had to say


He said, "You ain't ben a good man
You ain't been a bad man

But you've been pretty bad
Lucky for you this ain't your time
Someone very dear to me has made another

Clerical error
And we're here on a bit of a wild goose chase
But I want to tell you a few things

That'll hold you in good stead
When it is your time
So you better listen close

I'm only going to say this once

When they lay you on the table

Better keep your bussines clean
'Fore they lay you on the table
Better keep your business clean

Don't want no back stabbing, $$# grabbing
You know exactly what I mean
Alright girls - we're outta here"


Ooooh


"Encore. Encore."
Ooooh
(He spoke French)

"Tres bien
Encore"
And off they went into the night


Almost immediately I felt better
And I come round to see you boys
'Cause you know we ain't living right
And while it was fresh

I wanted to tell you what he told me

He said, "When the lay you on the table
Better keep your business clean
When they lay you on the table

Better keep your business clean
Else there won't be no harps and angels
Coming for you
It'll be trombones, kettle drums, pitchforks,
And tambourines."


Sing it like they did for me one time
Ooooh - yes
Ooooh - beautiful
Wish I spoke French


So actually the main thing about
This story is for me
There really is an afterlife
And I hope to see all of you there


Let's go get a drink