The Ballad of Seymour Better Times

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 sign A messenger from the good Lord In red high heels with blue ooh 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 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