| When I arrive at the Pearly Gates
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| Gonna have my swimsuit on
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| My flip flops and a pair of shades
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| And ask the choir if I can sing along
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| Yeah, wooh, yeah, yeah
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| I’ll bow down and kiss the ring
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| I’ll show respect, the best I can
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| I’ll be myself, gotta show the man
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| Just exactly who I am
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m in the sun, I might be the one
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| Maybe I’m, oh no, in the front of the line
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| Up next
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| Who’s next?
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| Well, when I arrive at the Pearly Gates
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| Gonna sing at the top of my lungs
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| Everything I ever did
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| It will be heard, it will be sung
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m in the sun, I might be the one
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| Maybe I’m, oh no, in the front of the line
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| Up next
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| When I arrive at the Pearly Gates
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| Gonna have my best foot on
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| A big ol' smile on my face
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| I’ll check no bags, I got no carry-on
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m in the sun, I might be the one
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| Maybe I’m, oh no, in the front of the line
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| I’m in the sun, I might be the one
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| Maybe I’m, oh no, in the front of the line
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| Up next, wooh
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| Who’s next?
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| C’mon, up next, step right up
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| Who’s next? |
| Yeah |