He really was a merry old soul;
He taught me that hell was just a hole
in the ground, were we’d sleep
in the dark brown deep
for a million years and a day.
Until the sound of the TRUMPet call
would cause us to all awaken,
and be resurrected in a brand new form…
I think all my senses were taken!
It’s the World Tomorrow in 20/20
when my sight has been perfectly cleared!
What I saw with my eye made me burst down and cry!
And my heart? It started to cheer!
I saw my own son! My very own son!
He looked just like my dad!
And his sense of humor was something else…
My God! It was very bad!
He got up on stage in his underwear
in cowboy boots, no less!
I’m so PROUD of him, my buttons could burst!
Call the President! Alert the press!
My son has a talent just like mine!
He’s brilliant and handsome
and very fine!
He also has a merry old soul
as old as the hills, and he will shine!
As a star in my world for being so brave
to get up on the stage and become a knave!
Good job, Isaiah! “Good Job” says God!
Now don’t do drugs and don’t be a clod!
Don’t disrespect women! Don’t disrespect swine!
Don’t disrespect beer and don’t disrespect wine!
Be kind to all creatures, no matter how small..
And remember to give your poor mother a call!