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• Artiste: David Roth
• Titre: One Day at the Gates
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St. Peter perusing the old Pearly Gates Working the swing shift, Two Thousand and Eight It was slow for a Monday, five minutes to nine There were only two spirits in line The first began knocking, St. Peter said, "Come Tell me what did you do down on Earth there my son?" "I was a preacher, my word was the Lord's And I lectured for decades how God I adored." "Come on right in, friend, you're most welcome here We've built you a cabin just off to the rear And when you've settled in here's a coupon that's good For a nice cotton robe and a staff made of wood." So then came the second, a short balding man With an old blue beret and two wrinkled old hands St. Peter began with his questions again "Tell me, what did you do in the world of men and women?" "For the last thirty years sir, I drove a big cab On the streets of Manhattan, I'd zoom and I'd gab" St. Peter said “Sir, you need say nothing more" And quite quickly relinquished the keys to the door Come on right in, friend, you don't have to wait We've built you a palace right by the front the gate With a big fireplace so you'll never get cold And a set of silk suits and a staff made of gold." But the preacher who'd gone in before him caught word Of this opulent dwelling and then when he heard Of the difference in garments and staves, he was furious Perplexed and bewildered and partially curious "Tell me, why does this chauffeur get all these fine gifts here When I served the Lord and all he did was shift gears?" And here was the reply that St. Peter made "When you preached, people slept When he drove, people prayed!'