I should be knocking on the door of the pearly gates Why keep a poor man alive in a job he hates I've heard that good things will come to he who waits I should be riding on a float in the hit parade Instead of sitting on the curb behind the barricade Another verse in the doormat serenade
Won't you put me on top Won't you put me on top, or change the odds Won't you put me on top Or at least put some hope in the bottom of the box
Oh, at least put some hope in the box for me 'cause it's only black and white and not a lot of each There's a remote on the shelf, but it's out of reach
Won't you put me on top Won't you put me on top, or change the odds Won't you put me on top Or at least put some hope in the bottom of the box
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