When we all become famous in the sky
We'll have no reason to doubt or wonder why
There will be whip cream toppings on our piece of pie
When we all become famous in the sky
 
I see no dang reason to be sad
I'm so dang happy I could cry
We'll be long since remembered after we die
When we all become famous in the sky
 
We'll have gold guitars strapped to our backs
We'll go everywhere we please without a map
Cause it really wont matter, we'll be well-to-do chaps
When we all become famous in the sky