My Kind of Heaven

Opps! must be dead, looks like the pearly gates, Rough guy levitates towards me, think I know his face, St Peter, I need some help trying to get into this place, I’ll let you enter kiddo, but my identity you mistake, I’m Lemmy from Motorhead, and these are rocknroll gates. What! where the hell am I, bet my drink got laced, Musical heaven my friend, come on let’s get spaced, Sure thing, have you got any weed, also love a pint, Hey that’s my middle name, I’ve just rolled a hardcore joint, Guess who’s on tonight, Jimi Hendrix tops the bill, His new girlfriends, a foxy lady, he’s even covering my overkill, Hows Bon Scott, haven’t heard from him in a while, Drinking vodka in the bar, hitting highway to hell in style, I’d love to see Cobane, that guy could really write a song, Yeah still in rehab, his will is good, be out before too long, This is some kickass place, when was it conjured up, Jagger came up with the idea, wanted his own club, No way! he’s definitely alive, I seen the stones last year, afraid overdosed on brown sugar, Devil had sympathy, let him reappear, Wow this black cannabis stuff, is really kicking in, Can we go see a show, but please not that infernal din, Oh ignore him, Conway Twitty, turning this place into a zoo, Just hangs around the gates, heaven banned him too, Mercury, Bowie, George michael did they make the cut, I’ll let you in on a secret we don’t see them very much, Well Freddie didn’t settle, said he wanted to break free, Ziggy’s here ok, all time low, after splitting from gene genie And for George, lost his faith, normally stays around the loo, Watch out for Jim Morrison, lighting fires, gets roadhouse blues Wow I’m wasted Lemmy, how come your not allowed on stage, What! oh the straight jacket, don’t get me into a rage, That nasty war stuff I collected, got me sent to hell, My noisy music drove satan crazy, left me here for a spell, Well nice meeting you Lemmy, I’m off to see the show, God was never on your side, better off down below. By David Kavanagh.