The No. 1 Song in Heaven
[D#]This is the [Bb]number one song in [G#]heaven
[D#]Written, of [Bb]course, by the mightiest [G#]hand
[Bb7]All of the angels are sheep in the fold of their master[D#]
[Bb7]They always follow the Master and his plan
This is the number one song in heaven
Why are you hearing it now, you ask
Maybe you're closer to here than you imagine
Maybe you're closer to here than you care to be
[Bb]It's number one, all over heaven
It's number one, all over heaven
It's number one, all over heaven
The number one song all over heaven
[D#]If you should [Bb]die before you [G#]wake
[D#]If you should [Bb]die while crossing the [G#]street
[D#]The song that you'll [Bb]hear, I guaran[G#]tee
It's number one, all over heaven...
The one that's the rage up here in the clouds
Loud s a crowd or soft as a doubt
Lyrically weak, but the music's the thing
Gabriel plays it, God how he plays it
Gabriel plays it, God how he plays it
Gabriel plays it, God how he plays it
Gabriel plays it, let's hear him play it
The song filters down, down through the clouds
It reaches the earth and winds all around
And then it breaks up in millions of ways
It goes la, la, la......
In cars it becomes a hit
In your homes it becomes advertisements
And in the streets it becomes the children singing...~
by: Jos Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com
[D#]This is the [Bb]number one song in [G#]heaven
[D#]Written, of [Bb]course, by the mightiest [G#]hand
[Bb7]All of the angels are sheep in the fold of their master[D#]
[Bb7]They always follow the Master and his plan
This is the number one song in heaven
Why are you hearing it now, you ask
Maybe you're closer to here than you imagine
Maybe you're closer to here than you care to be
[Bb]It's number one, all over heaven
It's number one, all over heaven
It's number one, all over heaven
The number one song all over heaven
[D#]If you should [Bb]die before you [G#]wake
[D#]If you should [Bb]die while crossing the [G#]street
[D#]The song that you'll [Bb]hear, I guaran[G#]tee
It's number one, all over heaven...
The one that's the rage up here in the clouds
Loud s a crowd or soft as a doubt
Lyrically weak, but the music's the thing
Gabriel plays it, God how he plays it
Gabriel plays it, God how he plays it
Gabriel plays it, God how he plays it
Gabriel plays it, let's hear him play it
The song filters down, down through the clouds
It reaches the earth and winds all around
And then it breaks up in millions of ways
It goes la, la, la......
In cars it becomes a hit
In your homes it becomes advertisements
And in the streets it becomes the children singing...~
by: Jos Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com