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 ev'rybody see

Just what you are

Hey hey

I'd sure hate to be you

On that dreadful day

Well the good wine's a 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

Shoulda listened when you heard the word down there

Hey hey

I'd sure hate to be you

On that dreadful day