I love the idea of living life full-speed ahead. And even though I catch myself griping about aging and the surprises it springs on me, this is one of my favorite songs to sing live.
I'm Gonna Look Like Hell When I Get to Heaven
words and music © Erin Friedman
Middle age is not a pretty thing
Things are turning gray, they’re falling and malfunctioning
I could wage a war against the clock
Get lasered, lifted, get botox
But I’ve better ways to spend the time I’ve got
I’m Gonna Look Like Hell When I Get To Heaven
All used up, completely spent and satisfied
I’m Gonna Look Like Hell When I Get To Heaven
“Pardon my appearance, but good Lord, it was one helluva ride”
Won’t get my tummy tucked, my eyebrows plucked
Won’t be tweezed or squeezed or tinted or have my lipo sucked
I may not have aged with grace
When I slip through those pearly gates
But I intend to have a smile on my face
I’m Gonna Look Like Hell When I Get To Heaven
All used up, completely spent and satisfied
I’m Gonna Look Like Hell When I Get To Heaven
“Pardon my appearance, but good Lord, it was one helluva ride”
I like to stay up late - I like my burgers pink
Strong coffee, ice-cold Tangueray and Krispy Kremes
The good times are goin’, goin’ gone
So while I can I’ll party on
I’ll never be the beauty queen of Forest Lawn
I’m Gonna Look Like Hell When I Get To Heaven
All used up, completely spent and satisfied
I’m Gonna Look Like Hell When I Get To Heaven
“Pardon my appearance, but good Lord, it was one helluva ride”
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