A Rusty Old Halo

I know a man, rich as a king
Still he just won't give his neighbors a thing
He'll go to heaven someday I'll bet
He'll get up to heaven and here's what he'll get

He'll get a rusty old halo, skinny white cloud
Second hand wings full of patches
Rusty old halo, skinny white cloud
Robe that's so wooly that it scratches

Some people have them big shiny cars
Swimming pools, fur coats and diamonds in jars
Real silver gates, real golden doors
They'll get up to heaven and trade them all for

A rusty old halo, skinny white cloud
Second hand wings full of patches
A rusty old halo, skinny white cloud
Robe that's so wooly that it scratches

While you're on earth you should shine like a star
Brighten up the corner, wherever you are
Doing each day the best you can do
That way you're sure that they'll never hand you

A rusty old halo, skinny white cloud
Second hand wings full of patches
Rusty old halo, skinny white cloud
Robe that's so wooly that it scratches

Rusty old halo, skinny white cloud
Second hand wings full of patches
Rusty old halo, skinny white cloud
Robe that's so wooly that it scratches