If it’s supposed to be resting, it’s running;
If it’s supposed to be running, it’s plugged.
I’m tellin’ y’all the truth, here –
This ol’ body o’mine’s got me bugged!

If it’s supposed to be bending, it’s stiff;
If it’s supposed to be straight, it’s bent.
I had one more thought to tell you,
but I can’t figger out where it went!

What’s supposed to be ticking is skipping,
and what’s supposed to be skipping is locked.
I struggle to hear what folks are saying,
but I can’t sleep a wink for the clock.

….SO….

It’s ok if Heaven’s Gates are not pearly,
I don’t care whether streets are pure gold –
God’s promised we’ll all have new bodies,
So it’s got to be better than ‘old’!