The End Of Days

© Mark Betcher

What'd you gonna do if I go downstairs?
What'd you gonna do if I lose my hair?
What'd you gonna do if I sit and stare?
What'd you gonna do if I just don’t care?

What'd you gonna do if I drink my hooch?
What'd you gonna do if I kiss my pooch?
What'd you gonna do if I get too loose?
What'd you gonna do if I kiss a moose?

What'd you gonna do when pink pigs fly?
What'd you gonna do when grown men cry?
What'd you gonna do when he says good-bye?
What'd you gonna do when your redneck dies?

What'd you gonna do on the end of days?
Ride up to heaven on the very first wave.
Or sit on your fence. Baby, it's OK.
Oh Lord, please not a burst of Gamma Rays!

I'm in a wormhole and you're not here.
Pretty swirlin' colors, but not a can of beer.
Light in the tunnel, I must be near...
My eyes are wide open like a car struck deer.

There's the people I love and they're wearing wings.
Everyone is smiling and now they sing.
It's the pearly gates my son, the real thing.
You can kiss HIS robe and HIS pinky ring.

What'd you gonna do if you see my ghost?
Or if you see my face on a piece of toast?
What part of my spirit will you miss the most?
I hope this is heaven because I hate to roast!