when we all become famous in the skywe’ll have no reason to doubt or wonder whythere will be whip cream toppings on our piece of piewhen we all become famous in the skyI see no dang reason to be sadI’m so dang happy I could crywe’ll be long since remembered after we diewhen we all become famous in the skywe’ll have gold guitars strapped to our backswe’ll go everywhere we please without a mapcause it really wont matter, we’ll be well-to-do chapswhen we all become famous in the sky