Seymour was a work of art Always getting into trouble Never met a lass he didn't love Never loved a lass that didn't have a hubba hubba hubba hubba Seymour wasn't very smart So he soon got a reputation A list of suitors with reservations To send him on a permanent vacation He said, I will live to fight another day I'll sing a song and soon be on my way My journey may be long before I'm done So won't you play the drums Seymour met a girl named Phil Phil was sweet as honey She liked fancy things But Seymour didn't have no money money money money Soon she stole his heart And acquired a knack for thieving So when the coppers broke down the front door Seymour was outback leaving leavin' leavin' leavin' I will live to love another day I'll sing a simple song to ease my pain My journey may be long to sweeter shores So won't you play the horns On the road to a better place Bells ring, birds sing Nightly dreaming of those pearly gates How long must we roam 'Til I can go home Seymour got it in his head To change his sinful ways Become a man of the cloth No longer would he stra-ay-ay-ay But on his way to church Seymour received a sing A messenger from the good Lord In red high heels with blue-oo eyes He said, I will praise the Lord in my own way And revel in his creation everyday My journey may require me some grace So let the choir sing (Old ladies singing) On the road to a better place Bells ring, birds sing Nightly dreaming of those pearly gates How long must I roam 'Til I can go home