12 Rounds Where Fools Go
Singing sprightly living brightly God we do it oh so well Come and join the party with me Come and live in pleasant hell And how high they rise Where fools go I don't think so Ssssh And all was dull and dark that night I lost my wholesome appetite If only I could get it right And feel good this day of the night And how high they rise Where fools go I don't think so
