there’s a wondrous place below us

It's true, my friends, this life's not long
A little love, a little song
Is all you'll have to show
For eighty years of go go go

But while the righteous wait in line
For harp's lament and angel's whine
You sinners walk this way
Descend into an endless soiree

There's a wondrous place below us!
Full of connoisseurs who'd sooner lust than love
There're smiles on every face below us
It's more rowdy than the cloudy dowdy world above

There's a wondrous place below us!
More lusty than that musty attic of god's
The damned all embrace below us!
Be they pontius pilots, judases, or bad king herods

We've seas of fiery pits
Thick with writhing hips and tits
You can nibble the ladies' bits
All night and day, oh

(piano solo)

There's a wondrous place below us!
You'll find no idle hands among our fold
Girdles all unlace below us!
Admission is one sin, come in! We don't need gold

Here nobody's a prude
Rather, everybody's nude
And the ladies are never rude
But love to play, so

Come, condemned, follow me
T'where satyrs sing sweet melodies
And ladies stooped on bended knee
Do anything but pray!

Words & music by michael johnson
© 2006 zubsongs, ltd.