Every Sunday in my mama’s church

I’d sneak some money out of mama’s purse

While she was praying I would slip away

Down at the pool hall I’d play all day

I’d meet her home and she would shake her head

Fluffing pillows on the devil’s bed

I’d tell her mom I know just how you feel

But I made enough to cover all our bills

Chorus:

Too bad for heaven and too good for hell

Little wings are better than big tails

I don’t expect to sit at God’s right hand

But I could empty Heaven’s garbage cans

Woah oh, Hope there’s room on those golden streets

For stray dogs and alley cats like me

If they won’t let me in the big front gate

Maybe I could go in the back way

My halo probably wouldn’t shine real bright

But it would get me through the clouds at night

Now I don’t care if I’m the last to sing

Or if I’ve got the smallest set of wings

I’d watch the little devils down on earth

And I’d follow them when they’d sneak out of church

Chorus:

Too bad for heaven and too good for hell

Little wings are better than big tails

I don’t expect to sit at God’s right hand

But I could empty Heaven’s garbage cans

Woah oh, Hope there’s room on those golden streets

For stray dogs and alley cats

For stray dogs and alley cats

For stray dogs and alley cats like me