Heaven-Con

There's a Hilton in the sky For all the good fen when they die The elevators never stick The banquets don't serve plastic chicken Only grade A prime And you're guaranteed a real good time That just goes on and on If you're good enough to go to Heaven-Con It's membership by invitation only And all the hotel rooms and meals are comps The wet-bar in the consuite is a freebie And all femme-fen are ready for a romp The bathtubs are all filled with girls and Jell-O And every author waits your beck and call They ask for your advice on their new novels And ask for autographs out in the hall There's a Hilton in the sky For all the good fen when they die The panels never start till three No one disturbs you when you're sleeping All the filk songs rhyme And you're guaranteed a real good time That just goes on and on If you're good enough to go to Heaven-Con