On The Road To Kingdom Come
Words and Music by Harry Chapin


The smoke witch says Wahoo!
And the wise man says me too! 
And the guru says wazoo!
So do what you do!

The priests stand in their pulpits
The Pope sits on his throne 
The parishes are empty
And the choirboys' on their own 
Until the second coming 
Yes they're leaving us alone 
And God in his Heaven 
Has decided to keep mum 
Because He's just another traveler 
On the Road to Kingdom Come
When all is said and done 
He's just another one

I pity Mr. President
He can't do a thing 
He says every where he went 
We tried to make him sing
Our lonely White House resident 
Says we should have made him King 
Maybe then he could have saved us 
From the truth we're hiding from 
But he's just another traveler 
On the Road to Kingdom Come
When all is said and done 
He was just another one

The General's in his game room 
But his soldier won't salute 
Ever since he was promoted 
He can't pop his chute
His shrink says he is paranoid 
'Bout communistic roots
So unfurl the flag boys 
Start beating his drum 
We've got to get another straggler 
On the road to kingdom come
When all is said and done 
He was just another one, yes another one

And the smoke witch says Wahoo!
And the wise man says me too! 
And the guru says wazoo!
So do what you do!

Wow! The lead singer's raucous 
As he screams out the truth
And the band holds a caucus 
And decides to sell their youth 
Our manager he'll hawk us 
As long as we're uncouth 
And we'll call it revolution
But we'll crank out bubble gum 
'Cause that's the marching tune for travelers
On the road to kingdom come
When all is said and done 
They're just some other ones

Grampa swung into the orgy 
It was his last hope
He was dressed to the nines 
In deodorant and Scope 
And he found him a woman
She'd brought Vaseline and soap 
Well it started out exciting 
But it ended up ho-hum
She said I thought that you could take me 
All the way to kingdom come
When all was said and done
You were just another one Grampa

So Billy sells hot sermons
And cold wars through the mails 
While Mr. Big is selling out
His business never fails
And King Kennedy like Chaucer 
Chasing Canterbury Tales 
And though my brain is still a virgin
The rest of me's well done 
Don't you know we're all just travelers 
On the road to kingdom come 
When all is said and done
Yeah, just another one
Yes, another one...

The smoke witch says Wahoo!
And the wise man says me too! 
And the guru says wazoo!
So do what you do!
Do what you do, do what you do...
Do what you do...