They say there's a rainbow with gold At the end, there's a pot I've been told I'll search till I find it The work - I don’t mind it Success will bring a sight to behold!
I'm afraid St Peter will have to wait I'm not ready for the Pearly Gate I still have some plans Just need a pot of money in my hands Does God provide - or will Fate?
That swing, it flung him so high in the air Passing aircraft must really beware Airline pilots might faint Mind that cloud with the saint! Knock on Peter's door, if you dare.
My man's just done the daftest thing He's gone and bought himself a swing He's young at heart Though at times an old fart He swung too high, it went PING!