St. Paul replies: "Hoppy ... when you were nine years old you killed a bird with a stone."
St. Paul again replies, "When you were nine you killed a bird with a stone."
The third fella, mah ol' buddy Willdog, he laughs at the misfortune that's befallen his friens and says, "Thank God I din't do nuthin' like that", and then he gets hisself handcuffed to the most prettiest girl in Heaven ~ whooboy ah mean to say ... she was fine, yeh.
The other two guys was understandably irked ... and they ask St. Paul: "How come ol' Willdog git shackled to dat bee-you-tiful girl, huhhhhh???"
And St. Paul said: "Because when she was nine she killed a bird with a stone."
The doors to the mission open at seven
And the soup will be ready about nine
Right now its six-thirty, they're ragged and dirty
They standin' and sittin', and layin' in line
First they'll do a little singin', then hear a little preachin'
And get saved for the 3rd time this week
A bowl of soup later and a pat on the shoulder
And by midnight, they're back on the street
They walk to the corner of 4th street and Broadway
Then take the first alley on the right
One of them asks a stranger, how 'bout a hand
And he gives 'em one finger at a time
Then they spot an old buddy, with a bottle of heaven
Then pass around what means ev'ry-thing
One bottle for four, thank God, someone scored
And now the Midnight Choir starts to sing
Will they have Mogen David in heaven
Dear Lord, we'd all like to know
Will they have Mogen David in heaven, Sweet Jesus
If they don't, who the hell wants to go
Dear Lord, we'd all like to know
Will they have Mogen David in Heaven, Sweet Jesus
If they don't, who the hell wants to go
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