Home Sweet Home

I don't want to go to heaven I don't want to go to hell I don't even want to go to town to see my sister Nell. She has a humped back husband who hates me to the max, he has the croup, and fills my soup with extract of exlax. They have an old dalmatian, who slobbers in my shoes, an alley cat,they call Big Pat, who lives on rats and booze. They have a rabid hamster, who crawls into my bed, he chews my nails, and never fails, to piddle on my head. But yet I do gain something, from going there each time, I learn to be,the fool that's me, and love the life that's mine.