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St. Peter perusing the old Pearly GatesWorking the swing shift, Two Thousand and EightIt was slow for a Monday, five minutes to nineThere were only two spirits in lineThe first began knocking, St. Peter said, "ComeTell me what did you do down on Earth there my son?""I was a preacher, my word was the Lord'sAnd I lectured for decades how God I adored.""Come on right in, friend, you're most welcome hereWe've built you a cabin just off to the rearAnd when you've settled in here's a coupon that's goodFor a nice cotton robe and a staff made of wood."So then came the second, a short balding manWith an old blue beret and two wrinkled old handsSt. Peter began with his questions again"Tell me, what did you do in the world of men and women?""For the last thirty years sir, I drove a big cabOn the streets of Manhattan, I'd zoom and I'd gab"St. Peter said Sir, you need say nothing more"And quite quickly relinquished the keys to the doorCome on right in, friend, you don't have to waitLetras de cancionesWe've built you a palace right by the front the gateWith a big fireplace so you'll never get coldAnd a set of silk suits and a staff made of gold."But the preacher who'd gone in before him caught wordOf this opulent dwelling and then when he heardOf the difference in garments and staves, he was furiousPerplexed and bewildered and partially curious"Tell me, why does this chauffeur get all these fine gifts hereWhen I served the Lord and all he did was shift gears?"And here was the reply that St. Peter made"When you preached, people sleptWhen he drove, people prayed!' From Letras Mania