Last night while I lay sleeping, I died or so it seems. Then I went to heaven But it was only in my dreams But it seems St. Peter met me, There at the pearly gate. He said, "I must check your record, so stand right here and wait. I see you drank alcohol, and swore quite often too. Fact is you've done many things That a good person shouldn't do." "We can't have people like you up here your life was full of sin." Then he read the last of my record, grasped my hand and said, "Come on in." He took me to the big boss "Take him and please treat him well, he's played in a brass band under (conductors name), Sir. he's had his share of hell."