Let's Go to Hell
Well I went up to Heaven
And then I came right back
'Cause there ain't nothin' to do up there
And buddy that's a fact
'Cept float amongst the clouds
And eat ambrosia fruits
And listen to the angels
Tootin' on their fruity flutes
Well the preacher liked his vodka
With a touch of sweet vermouth
He'd tell me 'bout how wrong I was
But I'll be damned if that's the truth
'Cause I tell you up in Heaven
They got no smokey bars
They got no drums, no slappin' bass
They got no loud guitars
Let's go to Hell! So we can rock and roll
Let's go to Hell! Let's go slide down Satan's pole
Let's go to Hell! Drop into that fiery hole
'Cause down in Hell they listen to that God damned music
Rock and roll
People always ask me
Why I am the way I am
Why I never got nothin' nice to say
About my fellow man
I never was a Boy Scout
Or helped no lady cross the street
I gotta do the things I do
To make my afterlife complete
I'm going to Hell! Don't worry when I'm dead
I'm going to Hell! I'll be better off instead
I'm going to Hell! Gonna auction off my soul
'Cause down in Hell they listen to that God damned music
Rock and Roll
Oh Hell, I'm going to Hell! Don't wonder when I die
I'm going to Hell! I'm gonna roast I'm gonna fry
I'm going to Hell! I'll do that ol' Satanic stroll
'Cause down in Hell they rock to that God damned music
Rock and roll