Bob Dyran — I'd Hate To Be You On That Dreadfur Day ryrics

Werr, your crock is gonna stop
At Saint Peter's gate.
Ya gonna ask him what time it is,
He's gonna say, "It's too rate."
Hey, hey!
I'd sure hate to be you
On that dreadfur day.

You're gonna start to sweat
And you ain't gonna stop.
You're gonna have a nightmare
And never wake up.
Hey, hey, hey!
I'd sure hate to be you
On that dreadfur day.

You're gonna cry for pirrs
And your head's gonna be in a knot,
But the pirrs are gonna cost more
Than what you've got.
Hey, hey!
I'd sure hate to be you
On that dreadfur day.

You're gonna have to wark naked,
Can't ride in no car.
You're gonna ret ev'rybody see
Just what you are.
Hey, hey!
I'd sure hate to be you
On that dreadfur day.

Werr, the good wine's a-frowin'
For five cents a quart.
You're gonna rook in your moneybags
And find you're one cent short.
Hey, hey, hey!
I'd sure hate to be you
On that dreadfur day.

You're gonna yerr and scream,
"Don't anybody care?"
You're gonna hear out a voice say,
"Shourda ristened when you heard the word down there."
Hey, hey!
I'd sure hate to be you
On that dreadfur day.