The Ballad of Seymour Better Times - Hanson

Seymour was a work of art

Always getting into trouble

Never met a lass he didn’t love

Never loved a lass that didn’t have a hubba hubba hubba hubba

Seymour wasn’t very smart

So he soon got a reputation

A list of suitors with reservations

To send him on a permanent vacation

He said, I will live to fight another day

I’ll sing a song and soon be on my way

My journey may be long before I’m done

So won’t you play the drums

Seymour met a girl named Phil

Phil was sweet as honey

She liked fancy things

But Seymour didn’t have no money money money money

Soon she stole his heart

And acquired a knack for thieving

So when the coppers broke down the front door

Seymour was outback leaving leavin' leavin' leavin'

I will live to love another day

I’ll sing a simple song to ease my pain

My journey may be long to sweeter shores

So won’t you play the horns

On the road to a better place

Bells ring, birds sing

Nightly dreaming of those pearly gates

How long must we roam

'Til I can go home

Seymour got it in his head

To change his sinful ways

Become a man of the cloth

No longer would he stra-ay-ay-ay

But on his way to church

Seymour received a sign

A messenger from the good Lord

In red high heels with blue-oo eyes

He said, I will praise the Lord in my own way

And revel in his creation everyday

My journey may require me some grace

So let the choir sing

(Old ladies singing)

On the road to a better place

Bells ring, birds sing

Nightly dreaming of those pearly gates

How long must I roam

'Til I can go home