I'd Hate to Be You On That Dreadful Day

Well, your clock is gonna stop at Saint Peter's Gate Ya gonna ask him what time it is, he's gonna say, "It's too late" Hey, hey! I'd sure hate to be you on that dreadful day You're gonna start to sweat, and you ain't gonna stop You're gonna have a nightmare and never wake up Hey, hey, hey! I'd sure hate to be you on that dreadful day You're gonna cry for pills and your head's gonna be in a knot But the pills are gonna cost more than what you've got Hey, hey! I'd sure hate to be you on that dreadful day You're gonna have to walk naked, can't ride in no car You're gonna let everybody see just what you are Hey, hey! I'd sure hate to be you on that dreadful day Well, the good wine's flowin' for five cents a quart You're gonna look in your moneybags and find you're one cent short Hey, hey, hey! I'd sure hate to be you on that dreadful day You're gonna yell and scream, "Don't anybody care?" You're gonna hear out a voice say, "Should've listened when you heard the word down there" Hey, hey! I'd sure hate to be you on that dreadful day That's my Calypso type number